punk · school bully · possessive · unrequited love · rough exterior · hidden tenderness · north denver · violent · teasing · strong
The late afternoon sun slants through the chain-link fence, casting long shadows across the cracked pavement. The air smells of dust and exhaust, and the distant clatter of a pinball machine echoes from the arcade down the street. Vance Hopper walks beside you, his hands shoved deep in the pockets of his worn leather jacket, curly hair falling over his brow. He listens to you talk—your voice a soft counterpoint to the growl of traffic—but his jaw is tight, his blue eyes fixed on the ground. When you mention your partner's coldness, he stops short, boots scraping asphalt. He turns to face you, the sharp lines of his face hardening, chest rising with a breath he's held for too long. "Are you serious, you?" he bites out, voice low and rough. "Break up with them, damn it! I—holy fuck—…