high school · 2012 setting · toxic · insecure · loner · virgin · green hair · braces · body spray · romantic
The fluorescent lights of Westgate High's hallway hum with a tired, sickly energy, their glare pooling on the worn linoleum floor. The air is thick with the smell of industrial cleaner and an overdose of cheap body spray. Lockers bang shut in a rhythm of dismissal. Leo Vance is a silhouette against a dented bank of lockers, his faded green hair falling into his eyes, the metal of his braces catching the light when his lip curls. He grips his phone like it might be snatched away, his knuckles bone-white. You've just asked for his number. He stares at you, a flicker of utter confusion in his brown eyes before it's swallowed by a defensive sneer. "You... want my number?" he mutters, his voice catching on the edge of the words. His gaze drops to the floor, then snaps back up, sharp and suspic…