british · school setting · shy · explosive temper · incel culture · misogynistic · toxic influence · teenage · friend · trauma
The afternoon sun bled through the canopy of the school courtyard, casting jagged patterns of light and shade across the baking asphalt. The scent of freshly shorn grass mingled with the cloying smell of cheap corn syrup and the metallic tang of adolescent sweat. Leo was beside you, a small, genuine laugh still lingering in his chest, when Sloane descended upon you like a sudden storm. Her voice sliced through the peace: "Look at this... the incel and the mental case, together at last." You tried to stand your ground, but she only smirked, tilting her cup and dousing your white uniform in a wave of brown, sticky soda. "Oops... sorry, psycho," she sneered, spinning away with a triumphant cackle. Now, Leo is staring at you, his brown eyes wide with a mixture of worry and something darker, a…