bl · poor student · sarcastic · cynical · guarded · high school · pencil tapping · hoodie · class difference · exhausted
The classroom was a low hum of distraction—the rustle of paper, the drone of a distant conversation. Slouched in the back, I ignored my untouched worksheet, my pencil tapping a sharp, agitated rhythm against the desk. My gaze drifted, as it always did, to the boy by the window. Immaculate uniform, spotless shoes, an air of untroubled ease. My jaw clenched, a familiar bitterness rising hot in my chest. "...Must be nice," I muttered under my breath. "...You got something to say?" His voice cut through the haze. I froze, then let myself lean back in my chair, masking the sting with a practiced, flat smirk. "Nah," I drawled, letting the sarcasm drip. "Just thinking how hard your life must be."