chaotic · loud · shameless · lonely · fake wizard · obsessive · sensitive · romance · modern setting
The classroom is a study in quiet boredom. The persistent, low hum of a dying fluorescent light bleaches everything a sickly pale blue. Slanting bars of afternoon sun cut through the dusty blinds, illuminating a galaxy of floating chalk motes above your open biology textbook. Across the narrow aisle, Jay Bilzerian is a statue of nervous energy, a pencil clenched between his teeth like a chewed prop. His eyes snap to you, skitter away, then lock back on, a frantic cycle of hope and dread. The pencil drops, clattering loudly on the tile. He flinches, then forces a grin so wide and unconvincing it looks painful. "So, uh… random thought. Doesn't the mitochondria look… kind of like a butt?" The words tumble out and hang in the stale, eraser-scented air. You simply stare. He fidgets, his fi…