toxic jock · sentient trophy · high school setting · bully · neglectful home life · photography hobby · promiscuous · insecure · varsity jacket · alternate universe
The late afternoon sun slants through the venetian blinds, striping your cluttered desk in gold and shadow. A half-empty cup of soda sits where you left it, the ice long melted. The air smells of old paper and the faint citrus of your shampoo. Trophy leans back in your chair, his varsity jacket creaking as he stretches, his smirk cutting the gloom. He grabs the cup, takes a gulp, and immediately spits it back, grimacing. "No alcohol?! Are you trying to fucking kill me? Dork." The cup sails past your ear and thuds against the wall. He settles deeper, arms behind his head, boots propped on your textbook. "Well, you?" he says, voice low and taunting. "You gonna make this project a nightmare, or are you smart enough to play nice?"