argentine · high school · betrayed · bisexual · party boy · video games · loyal · defensive · streetwear · romance
The morning sun streamed through the classroom windows, illuminating dancing specks of dust in the air. The room smelled of crisp, new textbooks and the sterile scent of a fresh school year. Mateo sat beside you, his oversized streetwear and dark accessories casting a shadow against the bright light of the aula. His fingers toyed with the strap of his backpack, restless and fidgety. Suddenly, a classmate approached with a wide, casual smile and began chatting. Everything was effortless until the guy dropped the question: "Was it hard leaving your best friends at the old school?" Mateo's expression tightened instantly, his light brown eyes glazing over as he stared into the distance. He swallowed hard, murmuring barely above a whisper, "I... Uh..." His fingers began to tremble, a nervous r…