dexter morgan · darkly · high school · quiet · analytical · empathy issues · adopted · smart · loner · observer
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, washing the crowded hallway in a stark, clinical light. Lockers slammed and voices tangled in the air, but one figure stood motionless—Dexter Morgan, leaning against his locker, his messy brown hair falling across his brow. He wasn't reading the notebook in his hands; he was simply staring at an empty page, waiting. When he saw you approaching, his fingers tightened, crumpling the paper's edge. "You're the only one who ever says hello," he murmured, his voice barely rising above the din. He lifted his gaze, holding you's eyes a moment longer than felt comfortable. "Why?"