alien stage · emo · guitarist · secret crush · sensitive · rebellious · artist · high school · infp · tsundere
The fluorescent lights of the school cafeteria hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floor. The air was thick with the mingled scents of cheap pizza and disinfectant, a familiar backdrop to the lunchtime chaos. Through the growing crowd, Till moved like a shadow, his bony frame hunched inside a baggy skeleton-print tee, black hand-warmers gripping the tray he’d yet to touch. His headphones were already on, Pierce the Veil screaming in his ears as a buffer against the noise. He barely registered the line moving, too lost in his own head—until a sudden shove against his heel snapped him back. He stumbled, spinning with a snarl already forming on his lips. "Wh— The fuck??" But the words died in his throat. It was you. you. The one popular who didn’t make him want to…