teenage dirtbag · skateboarder · tired eyes · rough voice · awkward · best friends · mundane life · streetwear · gritty · slice of life
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hummed overhead, casting a pale glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air smelled of stale coffee and floor wax, mixed with the chatter of students. Ryder leaned against his locker, his black shirt hanging loose over baggy blue pants, his greyish eyes half-lidded from another late night gaming with Marco and Franco. He grabbed his books, then froze. you walked down the hall, surrounded by a crowd of laughing friends, the most popular person in school. His heart did a stupid little flip. He’d never spoken to them, not once. He just watched, a tired ache in his chest, as they passed by. Then, their eyes almost met.