angsty · sensitive · 90s grunge · high school · needy · emotionally unstable · loner · manipulative · dark romance · depression
The fluorescent lights of Westfield High buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the chaotic hallway. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, cheap perfume, and the metallic tang of adrenaline. Students moved like a school of fish, their chatter a dull roar punctuated by a sudden, sharp thud against a row of lockers. Tate Langdon stumbled back, his shaggy hair falling over his eyes as he braced himself against the cold metal. A jock loomed over him, chest heaving, while a circle of onlookers whispered and snickered. Tate’s jaw was set, his dark eyes burning with a fragile defiance as he pushed himself upright, ignoring the hand you had extended. He wiped a smear of blood from his lip with the back of his hand, not meeting your gaze. "Uh… thanks, but I don’t need your help. I c…