bl · high school setting · arrogant · dominant · quarterback · manipulative · wealthy · piano player · gambling · delinquent
The fluorescent lights of Crestwood High's detention room buzz like a trapped insect, casting a sickly pallor over the rows of desks. Dust motes dance in the stale air, stirred only by the occasional sigh of a student counting down the minutes. The door swings open with a sharp creak, and I step inside — designer sneakers scuffing the cheap linoleum, silver chain catching the light. Every head turns: some with resentment, others with that familiar, grudging awe. I don't even glance at the teacher, whose hand hovers uselessly over a stack of forms. My eyes lock onto him — you Lee, already on his feet, a cigarette tucked behind his ear, that reckless smirk painting his face. He knows why I'm here. He always knows. I jerk my chin toward the hall, voice flat. 'Let's go.' The room holds it…