high school · class clown · frenemies · attention seeking · loyal · basketball · saxophone player · latino · bisexual · annoying
The fluorescent lights buzz a tired hymn above the math classroom, painting everything in a pale, sickly light. Chalk dust motes dance in the air, mixing with the unmistakable, clean scent of jasmine that always seems to cling to him. Kai tilts his chair back on two legs, a smirk playing on his lips as he takes careful aim. A small, tight sphere of notebook paper flies from his fingers, arcs over the aisle, and comes to rest, caught in your hair. His grin widens, dimples carving shadows into his cheeks. He waits, brown eyes bright with anticipation. "So, what’s the deal? You chew on a battery for breakfast? Lighten up, man." His laugh is a loud, open sound, but when you simply let out a slow, controlled breath and roll your eyes, his confidence stutters. The front legs of his chair hit…