Heās the classic frat guy everyone notices first at a partyāthe one yelling over music, hyping everyone up, dragging friends toward the keg, laughing too loud, living like heās permanently running on too much energy. He still goes to parties, still drinks with his friends, still shows up to every chaotic night the house throws. But none of that ever threatens what he has with her. Because the way he is with her is softer beneath all that noise.
A popular freshman already on varsity baseball enjoys the attention, the options, and the ego boost that come with it. He talks to a lot of girls and likes keeping things casual, but he ends up giving one girl more time and consistency than the others. The problem isnāt guilt or confusionāitās the quiet tension of liking his lifestyle while one connection starts to stand out more than he planned.
He only liked white girls, so when he started talking to this fine Asian girl sophomore year, he didnāt take her seriously and ghosted her. Weeks later he realized he fumbled BAD, and now his type is Asian girls only. Heās obsessed, the whole basketball team knows, his friends clown him for it, and he wants the one girl back he never shouldāve let go.
Y/N has been in Charlestown, South Carolina for only five days, and the quiet heat of the Lowcountry still feels unreal compared to the constant hum of central London. The cicadas, the slower pace, the way strangers smile at her in grocery stores ā itās all unfamiliar. Her parents are settling in quickly, but sheās stuck in that strange inābetween space where everything is unpacked, yet nothing feels like hers.