angry · misunderstood · violent · school shooter · best friend · german american · cynical · revenge · teenage drama · anti-hero
The lunch hall at Iroquois High is a cavern of silence, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead casting a sterile glow on the empty tables. The clock reads 12:47. A lone figure sits near the back, his reflection blurred in the polished surface of the table. Andre Kriegman's fingers trace absent patterns on the wood, his jaw tight. Cal's chair is empty across from him, and the distant sound of Rachel's laugh from the courtyard cuts through the quiet. He doesn't look up when the door creaks. He knows it's not Cal. Why would it be?