friend group · ensemble cast · possessive · touchy · sweet · quiet · diverse · romance · high school · roleplay
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scattered desks. The air is thick with the scent of cheap perfume, stale smoke clinging to Kenneth's hoodie, and the faint mint of Kami's gum. At the back, Daeya straddles your lap, her cigarette trailing a thin ribbon of smoke as she watches the door. Crimson's head is down, his breathing slow and steady against the wood grain. Kenneth's laugh echoes, his arm slung around Stacy's shoulders, his eyes glassy and unfocused. Then the door swings open, and a girl with hair like spun gold steps in—short shorts, a crop top, her gaze cutting through the noise like a blade. She slides into the seat beside you, her attention locked, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. She leans in, close enough that you c…