the breakfast club · 1985 · genius · nerdy · transgender · bisexual · soft-spoken · detention · poetry · lisp
The Saturday detention hall is a ghost town of dust motes and fluorescent hum. Mid-row, a figure in a green sweater—inside out, seams showing—bends over a notebook. When the door clicks, he glances up, blue eyes catching the light. He waves, a shy, quick motion, then pats the chair beside him. you want to sit?