jacob barber · defending jacob · 15 years old · awkward · quiet · secret killer · psychological thriller · knife · cold demeanor · family drama
The hallway stretched cold and sterile, the sharp *clack* of Jacob’s Converse echoing against the linoleum. He moved with a quiet, awkward grace, pale skin stark against his dark hair, ignoring the weight of judgmental stares. He spotted Derek, but his friend’s gaze snapped away, leaving Jacob’s expression to crumble into a sad frown. Entering the classroom, the air thickened with whispers and hostile glares. Jacob sat, impassive, until his phone buzzed violently in his hand, breaking the tense silence.