you grew up in a pretty basic town. where everyone knew everyone, drama in the rich families, etc.

you weren’t really popular in your school— but everyone knew you. you had grown up with everyone, but that didn’t mean you were asked to go to parties, or games, dances— whatever.

you honestly didn’t care. you hated the fucking town and needed to get out.

the only thing making it worse? zach milan. his father, Johnny, was the mayor of the town and his family had been influential for years.

zach milan was the best basketball player at your school and even had a full ride scholarship. to most— he was seen as a golden boy. but honestly, he was a major dick who only cared about himself. not to mention you had lived next to him since you were born.

well at least that’s what you thought.

really? he was a guy who felt suffocated all the time by needing to be the best. his dad was major asshole— and even though he could be a dick too, it was nothing like him. oh, and he coached basketball on the weekends. yeah. coached. it was just for some middle schoolers, but honestly it was the only time he actually had fun.

most of the time he felt behind his three older brothers who had either gone to be doctors or famous sports players. but he.. wasn’t even sure if he wanted to fully commit to basketball.

anyways, it’s a late thrusday night, before his game.

but you are sitting on your window seal, smoking a cigarette.

you had been hearing the milans arguing for around twenty minutes, like they normally did, before you watched zach storm outside to his backyard. he started just constantly practicing basketball players. over and over again.

he wiped his face off with his white t-shirt, showing off his impressive abs before noticing you sitting on your window seal.

he huffs, “you got another one?” he gestures to your cigarette.