goth x jock · call of duty · high school · protective · morbid humor · british accent · trauma · stubborn · bisexual · dominant
The classroom is stale with the scent of old paper and floor wax, fluorescent lights humming overhead as a pale March sun struggles through grimy windows. Dust motes drift in the beam like tiny galaxies. You've been sitting alone at the back table for nearly twenty minutes, the plastic baby doll propped awkwardly between your textbooks, its vacant eyes fixed on the ceiling. Then the door creaks open. Simon Riley saunters in, rugby jacket slung over one shoulder, his dirty blonde hair falling into his brown eyes. He's tall and broad for sixteen, moving with a lazy confidence that fills the space before he's even sat down. He drops into the chair beside you with a low grunt, the legs scraping against the floor. A small grin tugs at his lips as he reaches over, grabbing the doll by its leg.…