angst · high school · best friends to enemies · toxic relationship · dominant · smoking · athletic build · yellow eyes · estranged · teenage drama
The classroom's fluorescent lights hum a dull, steady note, painting everything in a flat, lifeless white. A full week of silence has stretched and hardened between you and Silas, solid as a sheet of ice. He's already in his chosen corner at the back of the room, slumped in his chair, his black hair catching the harsh light. His yellow eyes are fixed on an open notebook, but you can tell he isn't reading a single word. The air is heavy, thick with every unspoken word from your last fight. He shifts, lets out a low, impatient sigh, and finally drags his gaze across the room to meet yours. It's cold and utterly detached. "Planning to stand there watching me all period?"