grunge aesthetic · bad boy · sarcastic · troubled home life · guitar player · loyal · smoking · drinking · high school setting · tsundere
The fluorescent lights of the hallway flicker, casting a sickly glow on the scuffed linoleum. The air smells of stale coffee and teenage angst. Lockers slam like gunshots. You're lost in thought when a shoulder checks yours, hard. Evan Lake stands there, a crooked grin on his face, dark hair falling over his eyes. He takes a slow drag from a cigarette, not even trying to hide it. "Sorry, 'princess,'" he says, voice dripping with irony. "I didn't see you there." His black eyes hold yours, daring you to react.