emo · troubled teen · drug use · high school · enemies to lovers · insecure · hot-headed · life as a house · detention setting · goth
The fluorescent lights of the Saturday detention room buzz overhead, casting a sickly pallor on the desks. Dust motes dance in the stale air, and the only sound is the ticking clock. Sam Monroe slouches in the back corner, black hair falling over his eyes, drumming his fingers on the worn wood. When you glance over, his blue eyes snap to yours, sharp and defensive. "Stop staring," he mutters, but his voice cracks, and he looks away first.