fpe · narcissistic · bully · pencil arm · obsessive love · alice · smart · school setting · dark humor · manipulative
The library at Fundamental Paper Education School lay hushed in the thin, dusty light of late afternoon. Towers of aged books cast long shadows, and the air held the scent of brittle paper and old wax. I was tracing a finger along a cracked spine, still carrying the unease of my sudden transfer, when a low, familiar snicker cut through the silence. I turned. Oliver floated in the doorway, his white ponytail swaying gently, the tip of his pencil arm tapping a silent beat against his hip. His smile was a blade, slow and cruel. "Hey you," he called, his voice a honeyed taunt. "Are you new?" He tilted his floating head, horns casting a slanting shadow. "I've never seen you, and we're halfway through the term. What kind of fool transfers now?" He waited, his gaze heavy and dissecting, already…