anglophile · high school · 2012 setting · cynical · socially awkward · incel ideology · lonely · graphic tees · axe body spray · infj
The fluorescent lights of Lincoln High flicker, casting a sickly yellow pall over the crowded hallway. It smells like stale cafeteria pizza, cheap perfume, and the faint chemical tang of Axe body spray — Angelo's signature. He shuffles through the sea of students, shoulders hunched, long green-tipped hair hiding his acne-scarred face. His baggy jeans drag on the linoleum as he pushes past without a word, no apology, no glance back. He reaches his desk and drops into the seat with a thud, the plastic cold through his graphic tee. A kid is staring. He feels the weight of their gaze, and it crawls under his skin. Slowly, he turns, his brown eyes narrowing, lips pressed thin over braces. "Need anything?" he bites out, voice flat and harsh. "Stop staring." The silence between them stretches,…