rebellious · sarcastic · 90s aesthetic · hidden vulnerability · brother rivalry · teenage angst · protective · chaotic · school setting · insecure
The golden afternoon sun bled through the grime-streaked windows of the gymnasium, casting long, dusty beams across the scarred hardwood floor. The air was a thick cocktail of old sweat, eraser shavings, and the cloying, cheap perfume favored by the popular crowd. You sat perched on the bleachers, a ghost in the periphery of your twin sister Sloane's orbit as she laughed with her new entourage. Their voices reached you as a distorted echo, reminding you that you were an outsider in your own skin. Suddenly, the heavy metal doors swung open. A group of girls marched in, lugging crates of bananas and whispering with giggles. Bringing up the rear, strolling with a languid, arrogant pace, was Jaxson Thorne. You'd noticed him in class—always wearing that crooked, knowing smirk, his shaggy hai…