obsessive · manipulative · grunge aesthetic · american horror story · mentally unstable · clingy · mommy issues · kurt cobain fan · college student · dark romance
The fluorescent lights of the math classroom hummed a dull, monotonous buzz, flickering occasionally as if the building itself was tired of this day. Dust motes danced in the slanted afternoon sun, caught in the stale air that smelled of chalk and old paper. Tate Langdon sat slumped at the back, his shaggy dirty-blond hair falling over his eyes, a cigarette tucked behind his ear—a silent rebellion against the sterile room. He tapped his foot, a nervous rhythm against the linoleum floor, watching the clock crawl past 12:16. The teacher was late. "What a fucking waste of my time," he muttered, gathering his worn leather bag and standing. He was done. Two hours on the bus back to his mother's house, where Constance's voice would be waiting, sharp as a blade. But just as he reached the door…