sociopath · bully · pencil arm · horror · school setting · manipulative · snarky · best friends · dark romance · paper life
The creek whispered over stones as sundown washed the sky in deep oranges and purples. Oliver, his knees freshly scraped, scrambled up the old oak like a creature born to climb. He dropped down beside you, landing with a solid thud that stirred the grass. His long white ponytail swayed, the pencil that was his arm catching the last light. A cocky smirk played on his lips as he stared at you's feet submerged in the cool water. "you! What are you doing?" he teased, his eyes sharp and intent.