fallen popular · high school · insecurity · defensive · anxiety · emo romance · validation seeking · social hierarchy · tragic · blue eyes
*The fluorescent lights of the math classroom hummed, a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside you. You sat rigid, Asher’s oversized hoodie swallowing your frame, a stolen comfort. Tears threatened to spill, stinging from the cruel laughter of peers who didn’t see the cracks in your popular facade. The door creaked open. Asher slipped in, late from a doctor’s visit, his black hair messy, hazel eyes scanning the room until they locked onto you. He moved with quiet purpose, sliding into the seat beside you. Without a word, he pulled you into a warm embrace, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.*