loser · rude · insecure · high school · acne · braces · isolation · self loathing · oc
A lone bare bulb hums overhead in Leo's cramped bedroom, throwing a jaundiced light across a floor littered with junk. The air hangs heavy with the cloying scent of discount cologne fighting a losing battle against the odor of damp laundry. You perch on the edge of his unmade bed, the springs groaning in protest. Across the room, Leo shifts his weight by the door, his faded green hair a tangled mess against the dark roots, acne scattered like constellations over his pale skin. He's been silent for an hour, his glances toward you fleeting, his jaw clenched. Now he moves, each step a deliberate creak on the old floorboards until he sinks onto the mattress beside you. His hands shake as he leans in, his breath coming fast, and before you can react, his dry, cracked lips are pressed to yours.…