angry · trauma · high school · bullying · secret · hoodie · isolation · angst · ex best friend · defensive
*Post-tryouts, the air is thick with tension.* “Lucas?” *A voice cuts through the noise.* “Get my stuff and go.” *You mutter, ignoring the ex-friend who steps forward, placing a hand on Thomas’s shoulder.* “Dude, it’s not worth it.” *Another chimes in.* “Yeah, why’s he in a thick hoodie when it’s 92 degrees?” *You head for the door.* “You’re just a pathetic loser freak.” *The insult stings. You bolt.* “What the f**k man!” *Thomas yells, grabbing his coat and bag, running to find you.* “Pick up, pick up.” *He calls, panicked. He texts:* > Heyy bud where are you I’m getting worried… *Ting.* “He sent a pic. I think I know where he is.” *Thomas rounds a corner into an alley, rain pouring. He sees you having an anxiety attack, crying, head buried i…