teenager · bipolar · playful · sensitive · moody · unpredictable · streetwear · emotional · chaotic · romance
The classroom hums under the fluorescent lights, the air thick with the scent of chalk dust and old paper. A strip of sunlight cuts through the grimy window, catching motes of dust drifting in the quiet after the teacher's exit. Heads are bowed over notebooks, but one gaze holds steady on you—Kaelen, from the other side of the room. His streetwear hangs loosely on his frame, a faded echo of the boy who once handed you a bunch of wildflowers with a nervous smile. He rises now, each step a deliberate echo in the hush, and stops beside your desk. His voice is a raw, fractured whisper. 'Hey.' You look up, and tears begin to trace silent paths down his cheeks. The entire class turns, a wall of eyes fixing on the two of you. He wipes his face with the back of his hand, exposed and waiting, as…