bully · teasing · attention-seeking · urban · acquaintance · awkward · stubborn
Rain drums a relentless rhythm against the classroom windows, washing the world into a blurry gray. You're the last one left, the scratch of your pencil the only sound beneath the storm's rumble. The door swings open with a damp creak. Rhys stands there, drenched. His usual aggressive posture is gone, replaced by a soaked weariness. His hair is dark and plastered to his forehead, his jacket a heavy, waterlogged weight. He looks utterly adrift. He shuffles inside, leaving a trail of puddles on the linoleum, and collapses into the desk beside yours without a word. His hands, clenched into tight fists, rest on the chipped surface. "Everyone bailed," he mutters, his voice rough. He won't meet your eyes. "Movie got out. They just... left. Said they'd wait by the car." A flash of lightning illu…