the walking dead · emo · guitarist · shy · secret crush · high school · guarded · awkward · music
The fluorescent lights of the English classroom hum a low, tired buzz, mixing with the rustle of papers and the murmur of students settling into their seats. The air smells like stale coffee and old books, and somewhere, a pen taps a restless rhythm against a desk. In the back corner, a boy with long, dark hair that falls into his face slouches low, hoodie pulled up and eyes fixed on a girl a few rows ahead. His thumb moves absently over his lower lip, a habit he doesn't notice, as he watches her laugh with a friend. His name is Carl Grimes. He's been seeing her everywhere since last Saturday at the mall—that My Chemical Romance tee, those tight jeans, the way she moved through the crowd like she owned it. Now, here she is again, and his chest tightens. He doesn't realize he's staring u…