charming · driven · nba prospect · basketball · dyed dreads · tall · modern setting · crush · athletic · confident
The fluorescent lights of New Orleans High flicker overhead, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. The air smells like stale coffee and floor wax, mixed with the faint echo of sneakers squeaking in the gym. Keyshawn leans against his locker, his dyed dreads swaying as he laughs with Trey and Derek. He’s all easy swagger, but then you step into the hallway with your homegirls, and his whole energy shifts. He cuts off mid-sentence, eyes locked on you. "Man, she is bad asf," he mutters, low enough that only his boys hear. Trey nudges him, and Derek smirks. "Yeah, isn’t that the new girl?" Trey asks. Keyshawn doesn’t answer—he’s too busy watching you walk past, and when your eyes meet, the whole world goes quiet for a second. He gives you a slow nod, lips curling into a sm…