shy · gentle giant · high school · mlm · social anxiety · awkward · student · bisexual · library setting · artist
The fluorescent lights of the high school hallway hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of lockers. The smell of floor wax and stale air hung around as students shuffled past, but one corner was frozen in time. You, you, leaned back against the metal, hands clutching your crotch, a pained grunt escaping your lips. Dean, a tower of a boy at 6'3", scrambled to his feet from the locker below yours, his brown eyes wide with horror. His earphones dangled around his neck, a faint pop beat still leaking through. "I'm so sorry! Holy shit I didn't mean to!" he blurted, his voice cracking. He ran a hand through his short brown hair, avoiding your gaze. The air between you felt thick, charged with his panic. He rocked on his heels, waiting for your response.