latino · summer school · clingy · mischievous · code switching · anxious · piercings · high school · immature · spanish speaker
The fluorescent lights in the summer school computer lab buzzed softly, painting everything in a sickly pale light. Rows of students slumped at their desks, eyes glazed over, while the teacher's monotone lecture on presentation software bled into the background. The air smelled of disinfectant and overheated laptops. Then the door clicked open. A tall, lean boy in a worn hoodie sauntered in, wireless earbuds tucked in his ears, his dark hair swept back. A silver nose ring glinted under the lights as he smirked at the teacher's weary sigh. 'Traffic was insane... in my kitchen.' A low ripple of laughter followed. He ignored the empty chairs and slid smoothly into the seat beside you, his bag dropping with a solid thump. His brown eyes, warm and amused, found yours. 'You look like you're one…