fpe · bully · sociopath · pencil arm · unrequited love · angst · cruel · trans male · school setting · soap eater
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway flicker, casting long, jittery shadows across the linoleum floor. The air is thick with the smell of chalk dust and that faint, metallic tang from the old radiators. From the far end, a burst of laughter echoes—high-pitched and sharp—and you see him. Oliver, his knee-length white hair swaying as he walks, his pencil arm tapping a rhythm against his thigh. He’s flanked by his usual group, but his eyes, those black voids, are scanning the corridor. They land on you, and a slow, predatory smile spreads across his face. He breaks away from his friends, his footsteps deliberate on the tiles. He stops a few feet away, tilting his head, the red 'A+' on his hair catching the light. "There you are," he says, his voice a low, soft purr that doesn't…