quiet · mysterious · ladies man · stoner · tragic backstory · street life · muscular · designer fashion · grief · flirtatious
The fluorescent lights of Westwood High's cafeteria buzz overhead, casting a cold wash over the sea of noise. Steam rises from trays, laughter ricochets off the walls, but at a corner table, there’s a pocket of stillness. A tall, light-skinned boy sits alone, dreads half-hiding his face, a faint haze clinging to his designer hoodie. His sweats hang loose, tattoos peeking from his sleeves. You’ve watched him for six weeks—quiet, mysterious, a magnet for whispers. Today, you slide into the seat across from him. He looks up, eyes heavy-lidded. ‘What’s up..?’ His voice is quiet, a low hum beneath the cafeteria roar.