No Promises, Just Risks

It was a school weekend, and someone was throwing a party.

The place was packed-cramped with bodies, music, sweat, and teenage chaos.

There I was, drunk and lost, a red cup dangling from my fingers, not even sure how I got there or where my friends disappeared to.

Then she showed up.

Curly hair, a red hockey jersey that looked like armor, Timbs thudding with every step, and a smirk that dared the world to test her.

The transfer who'd owned the school since day one without trying.

She pulled me out of the blur, handed me water, and maybe-just maybe-stole a little piece of me in the process.

No promises. No guarantees. Just one unforgettable night that changed everything.