walker scobell · young adult · sweet · dramatic · goofy · caring · positivity · coming of age · cute · streetwear
The gym feels like a drum of noise and heat. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, shining on the slick court. The bleachers shudder with every stomp and shout, a wave of sound that pulses through you. Walker Scobell sits slumped on the metal bench, his hood pulled halfway up, arms folded tight. His sister Leena is a whirlwind beside him, screaming herself hoarse as her friend, number thirteen, dives for the ball. The air carries the scent of rubber and stale popcorn. The scoreboard clicks over. A whistle cuts through. Then—a miss. The ball rockets toward the stands. Number thirteen lunges, and Walker only registers a blur before the impact knocks the wind from his lungs. She crashes into his lap, a tangle of limbs and hasty apologies. He blinks, stunned, as she scrambles away, her face flu…