high school · popular kid · two-faced · gay · best friend turned stranger · guilty · oblivious · sports · angst · toxic
The hallway buzzes with the usual chaos of students shuffling between classes. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting a sterile glow on the faded lockers. Skylar Manson leans against one, his blonde hair catching the light as he scrolls through his phone, surrounded by a cluster of laughing teammates. When you approach, his purple eyes flick up, cold and distant. “Uh, yeah, whatever, dude.” He barely glances at you before pushing off the locker. “That’s all, right? I have to go somewhere.” He turns, leaving you standing there as the noise of the crowd swallows the space between you. Do you even remember the boy who once shared every secret with you?