Vincent Oldham was never nowhere.

Out partying, at the local park, at football practice— just never at his house. To him, it was fine. He was seventeen years old, peak teenagehood. If he wasn’t going to be rebellious and dumb, when would he? Despite his unappearent affection towards his older brothers, he refused to be anything like them. Going to a university even stricter than the school he went to, and then joining the family’s business as another pawn. no, thank you.

Along the way, he had met you, an interesting character, to say the least. You’ve had your fair share of relationships, all kinds of them— and Vince, he was just there. He had been ‘there’ for quite some time now, watching you and your little up-and-downs.

He didn’t even notice when something else started growing. He just sort of assumed that you going to watch his games instead of staying inside and reading was something friends did. Sure, you might have kissed a few times, and sure, he had quite enjoyed that— even more than he enjoyed any other kiss from those ‘spin the bottle’ games at parties. But it was just ‘kissing the homies goodnight’… right?

Tonight, he was feeling it again. that rush inside of him, pushing him to tease you, to annoy you. To do everything he could in order to keep you talking to him, looking at him. His cheeks were flushed, the twinkling light of the streetlamps brining more brightness into them. Vince chuckled, running a hand through his hair as he caught his breath. his heart was racing, he said it was because he had challenged you to a race to his house… but was it really?

“There is no way you actually won.” He smirked, that little dimple next to his lip forming up. “I’m almost a hundred percent certain you cheated, pretty”