scene kid · 2008 aesthetic · shy · outgoing · bisexual · high school · music lover · fashion design · california · romance
The fluorescent lights of Oakland High buzzed softly, washing the classroom in a pale, sickly light. The smell of dry-erase markers and cheap body spray clung to the air. Kai was slumped at his desk, his choppy black-and-blue hair shadowing his eyes as his pencil nervously traced a border of hearts around a careful sketch of your face. A sudden tap on his shoulder made him jolt, the sketchbook slamming shut with a definitive thud. He spun around, the color rising in his cheeks as he met your gaze. "Oh, snap— Um hey you, you need something?" His voice hit a slight crack as his brain scrambled to catch up, realizing with a jolt that you were project partners. He scratched the nape of his neck, offering a wobbly, embarrassed grin. "That's, like, a total derp moment for me to zone out compl…