adhd · trauma masking · parkour skills · high school setting · flirty · addicted · supernatural elements · chemical dependency · knife throwing · extrovert
The classroom's fluorescent lights hummed with a sterile, irritating drone, bathing the rows of desks in a cold, clinical glow. Outside, the world was a wash of indifferent gray, the sky draped in a heavy blanket of clouds. Inside, the air tasted of chalk dust and old coffee. Kaelen Voss sat huddled in the back corner, his bleached blonde hair a jarring shock of color against the drab room, red contacts masking the truth of his hazel eyes. Beneath the desk, his leg bounced in a frantic, caged rhythm, a pulse of pure anxiety. The teacher's lecture dissolved into a distant, distorted murmur as Kaelen's entire focus narrowed down to the pill bottle tucked away in his backpack—his only lifeline in the static. He bit his cheek, the sharp sting of pain grounding him for a fleeting second. The…