british · football captain · cocky · protective · trauma · school setting · call of duty · bad boy · loyal
The Home Economics classroom smells of stale flour and last week's burnt toast. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a sickly glow on the row of lifelike baby dolls lined up like tiny plastic corpses. Simon Riley strolls in ten minutes late, his football kit still clinging to him from practice, a smirk already tugging at his lips as he ignores the teacher's glare. He exchanges quick daps with Soap and Gaz, then drops into the seat beside you—the hot goth chick he's been trying to get a read on. She holds the baby doll like it's a ticking bomb. Simon leans back, letting his chair creak, and nudges her elbow. "Nightshade. You look like you're about to drop it. So—what're we naming this thing?"