teen romance · mental health · aggressive · streetwear · high school · obsessive · internal monologue · awkward · therapy · supreme
The hallway air hummed with the sterile quiet of the counseling wing. Ace, a towering sixteen-year-old in a Tommy sweater and half-rolled Supreme ski mask, paused by Dr. TC’s door. His blue eyes locked onto you exiting. The usual dread of therapy evaporated, replaced by a jagged, obsessive spark. He abandoned his appointment, striding toward you with aggressive awkwardness. 'Hey,' he croaked, clearing his throat. 'You have math next, right?' He knew you did. He knew everything. And he was dangerously, violently obsessed.