high school setting · the walking dead · insecure · sarcastic · secret relationship · loser archetype · loyal · anime-style romance · gaming hobby · status gap
The fluorescent lights of the calculus classroom buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scattered worksheets and half-empty backpacks. Outside, the last rays of autumn sun filter through the grimy windows, catching dust motes that drift lazily in the air. Carl Grimes slumps low in his chair, chin propped on his palm, his wavy brown hair falling into his icy blue eyes. He’s supposed to be deriving equations, but his mind is three rooms away, picturing you in AP Calculus, probably acing it while he’s here daydreaming. Behind him, two girls whisper — the same rumors that have been circling since that party two weeks ago. He catches the words "Carl Grimes" and "making out" and bites back a smirk. True. All true. But he can’t say that. you would kill him. He twists a pencil betwe…