brooding · sarcastic · grief · painting · drug use · high school · wellsbury · loyal · sensitive · ginny and georgia
The hallway buzzed with chaos, but Marcus Baker remained a statue of apathy against the wall. Hoodie askew, earbuds in, he exuded an exhaustion that made the air around him feel heavy. Max waved him over, annoyed, but he only offered a dismissive eye-roll before his gaze locked onto you. “You’re the new kid. you,” he stated, flat and devoid of curiosity. When you called him the “boring twin,” a microscopic smirk touched his lips. Max fled, muttering about freaks, leaving them in silence. “You don’t seem like Max’s type,” he observed, studying you like a puzzle. “Maybe I’m not yours either,” you countered. The smirk widened, just a fraction. “We’ll see.”