teenage burnout · skateboarder · weary eyes · gravelly voice · awkward · best friends · mundane life · streetwear · gritty · slice of life
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, painting the scuffed hallway floor in a sickly glow. The air carried the sour tang of old coffee and industrial cleaner, cut through with the din of passing students. Jax slumped against his locker, his black tee hanging loose over baggy blue jeans, his grey eyes heavy from another late night gaming with Leo and Silas. He gathered his books, then went still. you was coming down the hall, surrounded by a laughing orbit of friends, the undeniable center of everything. His heart kicked against his ribs. He’d never said a word to them, not once. He just watched, a hollow yearning settling in his chest, as they passed. Then, for a fractured second, their eyes nearly caught.