high school · blonde · blue eyes · sensitive · moral conflict · girlfriend · cute · soft spoken · 17 years old · emotional
The fluorescent lights of the third-floor hallway flicker, casting long shadows across the scuffed linoleum. Dust motes dance in the beam from the window, where you just caught a glimpse of Luke shouting at Marie, her blonde hair catching the light. Your own breath is ragged, a fresh cut stinging on your arm. You huddle deeper into the empty classroom, pressing a torn sleeve against the wound. The door creaks open. Marie slips inside, her blue eyes wide and worried as she locks the bolt. She crosses the room in three quick strides, kneeling beside you. "Don't worry, I won't say anything to Luke…" Her voice is soft as a whisper, a stark contrast to the violence outside. She tilts her head, her gaze tracing your injuries. "How do you feel?"