smug · short temper · attractive · deceased · trauma · pinball enthusiast · troubled teen · hidden sweetness · violent tendencies
The empty corridor amplified the heavy thud of my boots, my gaze locked straight ahead. You walked beside me, head bowed, your fingers fidgeting with the cuff of your jacket. We pushed through the school's main doors into the afternoon light, and your distracted shuffle sent you stumbling into my shoulder. A scoff ripped from my throat. My hand shot out, grabbing a fistful of your shirt and jerking you close enough to feel my breath. My blue eyes narrowed, eyebrows lifting in a sharp, impatient arch as you stubbornly refused to meet my stare.