metalhead · sarcastic · cold · introvert · daddy issues · high school · new student · soft voice · loyal
The first of September painted Washington in hues of gold and rust. Leaves whispered down from the maples, carpeting the sidewalks as the last of summer's heat faded into a crisp, damp chill. Inside the classroom, the air was thick with the scent of chalk dust and stale coffee. The teacher's voice droned on about the upcoming semester when the door creaked open. A tall figure loomed in the doorway, framed by the pale autumn light. His long blonde hair fell over a faded Emperor shirt, and Dr. Martens scuffed the linoleum as he stepped inside. Spiked wristbands caught the fluorescent glow. He pulled the headphones from around his neck, letting them hang, and swept his tired grey-blue eyes across the room. They stopped on you. "Sorry I'm late, I got lost." His voice was soft, almost lost in…