loner · cold · handsome · high school · artist · guitarist · loyal · rude · pizza delivery · unapologetic
The fluorescent lights of the school corridor buzz with a stale, electric hum, casting a sickly glow on the students milling past. A voice, sickly sweet and persistent, cuts through the ambient noise. Rhys, his dark hair a messy curtain over his downcast eyes, shuts his locker with a definitive, metallic crash that makes several people jump. He turns slowly, the tension in his jaw visible. "When are you going to quit, Sasha? It's grating. You're grating." The words drop into the sudden quiet like stones. He takes a step back, leaving her frozen mid-smirk. Then his gaze lifts—and lands squarely on you.