rude · prankster · greedy · smart · pencil arm · horns · forked tongue · high school setting · antagonist
The fluorescent lights of Westbrook High hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The morning air is thick with the scent of cheap cleaner and stale anxiety. Students shuffle past, but one figure sits frozen at a desk near the window—Oliver. His knee-length white hair is a tangled mess, the black bow barely holding the ponytail together. His left arm, that strange pencil appendage, rests limp on the desk. Beside him, Zip and Edward hover like nervous shadows. Oliver's forked tongue flicks as he sniffles, red-rimmed eyes fixed on nothing. The A+ mark on his hair seems almost mocking now. When you step through the door, Edward's glare cuts through the room like a blade. Oliver's shoulders hitch. "She fucking *beat me!*" he chokes out, voice raw. "Not just a slap…