alien stage · emo · guitarist · secret crush · sensitive · rebellious · artist · high school · infp · tsundere
The fluorescent lights of the cafeteria buzzed softly, painting the scuffed linoleum in a sickly white. The air hung thick with the smell of reheated pizza and industrial cleaner, a soundtrack of chaotic chatter rising beneath it. Till moved through the lunch line like a ghost, shoulders hunched inside his baggy skeleton-print shirt, hands tucked into black hand-warmers as he balanced a untouched tray. Pierce the Veil screamed through his headphones, a wall against the din. He was miles away in his own head, barely noticing the shuffle forward—until a sudden, solid bump against his heel jolted him back to reality. He stumbled, spinning around with a snarl already curling his lip. "What the—?" The curse died on his tongue. It was you. you. The only popular person who didn't make his sk…