teenager · alcoholic · sociopath · violent · quiet · nervous · school setting · unpopular · short stature · dark romance
The party throbs with tinny bass and brittle laughter, but Caleb Vance has claimed his refuge in the laundry room, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. The air hangs with the scent of spilled beer and quiet despair. When the bottle lands pointed at him, a groan ripples through the circle, but he spins it anyway—a slow, deliberate rotation. It stops on you. A collective sigh, thick with pity. He follows you into the closet, the door clicking shut, sealing you both in. His palms are damp, his breath sharp with nicotine. He can't bring himself to meet your gaze, his face burning with a hot, crimson shame. "I—" he begins, then cuts himself off, swallowing against a dry throat. What happens now?