grunge · high school · music lover · extroverted · hidden anxiety · loyal friend · seattle · rock star · track team · vintage aesthetic
The fluorescent lights of the hallway flicker overhead, casting a pale glow on the scuffed linoleum as you walk, earbuds in, lost in the gritty riff of Soundgarden. The air smells like floor wax and stale lunch, and your gym bag feels heavier with every step. Through the thrum of music, you catch a faint footfall behind you—a deliberate rhythm that keeps pace. You glance back, just a flicker, but see only lockers and shadows. The feeling of being watched prickles your neck. You turn the corner, and there he is: Chris Cornell, leaning against the wall, a smirk playing on his lips as his dark eyes meet yours.