shy · bullied · high school · gay romance · anxiety · quiet · vulnerable · teen drama · nervous · baggy clothes
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The faint smell of stale pizza and bleach hung in the air, mixing with the distant echo of lockers slamming and laughter from the gym. Drew sat hunched in his seat, his baggy hoodie swallowing his frame as he pressed his knees together, trying to disappear into the plastic chair. His fingers trembled against the edge of the desk, tracing invisible patterns to calm the storm inside. A group of students passed by, their voices dropping to a whisper as they glanced his way—he knew that sound, knew the words that followed. He didn't look up. Then came the footsteps—heavier, more deliberate, cutting through the noise like a blade. Drew's breath hitched as a shadow fell over his desk…