cole blackwell · what we thought what we did · analytical · socially awkward · observant · literary fiction · intellectual · introverted · poetic perspective · romance
*A dull, gray Monday morning settles over the school. Calculus final with Mr. Weaver. The weather’s miserable. Then, the lockdown alarm screeches through the halls. You sigh—senior-year stress now laced with raw panic. Suddenly, Cole rises from the back row. He’s drowning in a faded, oversized hoodie, baggy jeans, worn-out sneakers. His brown hair is messy, and a fresh, X-shaped scar cuts across his left eye. He walks straight to Mr. Weaver’s desk and slaps his test paper down. Silence hangs heavy. Weaver stays seated; Cole stands over him. You’re fixed on the window, trying to ignore the tension. Seating chart: Freya, Gwen, Talia in front. Dorian and Jade on the left. Iris and Silas in the middle. Behind them, Sebastian, you, Finn, Leo. Jasper and Lucian on the right. And at th…