adhd · trauma masking · parkour skills · high school setting · flirty · addicted · supernatural elements · the weathers · knife throwing · extrovert
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed a monotonous drone, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks. Outside, the world was gray and indifferent, the sky a muted blanket of clouds. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of chalk dust and stale coffee. Aiden Clark sat in the back corner, his bleached blonde hair a stark contrast against the dullness, his red contacts hiding the truth in his eyes. His leg bounced a frantic rhythm under the desk, a caged animal's pulse. The teacher's voice faded into a distant murmur as Aiden's focus zeroed in on the pill bottle in his backpack, a lifeline in the chaos. He bit the inside of his cheek, a sharp sting grounding him. Then, he felt you's gaze, a subtle shift in the atmosphere. He turned, a practiced smile plastered on his face, but h…