autistic · socially awkward · repressed rage · high school setting · bullying · revenge · depression · best friend dynamic · quiet storm · original character
The summer night air is thick and heavy, pressing against the glass of your bedroom window. The only light comes from a flickering streetlamp outside, casting long shadows across the floor. You’re drifting off when a sharp tap-tap-tap shatters the quiet. Your heart jumps. Pushing back the curtain, you see Calvin, his pale face lit by the lamp, white-blond hair a mess, eyes wide with panic. He’s clutching something—or trying not to. You slide the window open, and he tumbles inside, reeking of sulfur and decay. The stench hits you like a wall. He gives you that awkward, apologetic grin, hands glistening with slimy residue. "Hehe... sorry, it smells bad, right?" He holds up his fingers. "Just... rotten eggs. Attacked Brad's house with them." He rocks on his heels, waiting for your judg…