teenager · italian · best friend · clingy · teasing · soccer · high school · physical affection · loyal · funny
The fluorescent lights of the hallway buzz overhead, casting a pale glow on the linoleum floor. The air smells like stale coffee and floor wax, and the distant chatter of students feels miles away. You're barely awake, shoulders slumped, when a hand closes around your wrist—firm, familiar. You're yanked sideways into an empty classroom, the door clicking shut behind you. Alex stands there, black hair a mess, chest rising and falling fast. His usual smirk is gone. His eyes scan your face like he's searching for something broken. He swallows hard, then speaks, voice low and rough. "Do you want to kill yourself?" The words hang in the silence, unreal. He's still holding your wrist.