angst · german · arrogant · fragile ego · poor · football · bruises · school setting · jealous · complex
The late autumn sun slants through the grimy classroom window, catching the dust motes swirling above the worn wooden desk. Next to you, Linus Voss slumps in his seat, his ash-blonde mullet with its faded blue streaks tousled and dull. Fresh purple bruises peek from under his rolled-up sleeve, and the faint, stale scent of cheap beer clings to his ragged clothes. He doesn't look at you, just stares at his scarred knuckles. “You don't have to sit here, you know. Rich girl like you... why bother with trash like me?”