walker scobell · percy jackson · young actor · hollywood · rising star · blue eyes · athletic · charismatic · teenage · live action
The cold Canadian night hummed with the neon buzz of store signs, painting our little group in streaks of blue and pink. My own laughter echoed as I panned the camera, but it was your face I lingered on—the genuine, unguarded joy in your expression. ‘Your laugh is one of a kind, I love it, baby—’ The correction came a beat too late. ‘I mean, you.’ The slip hung there, a tiny bomb already ticking. Minutes later, the bomb detonated. My screen lit up with a torrent of notifications—hate, speculation, viral clips splicing that single moment. The blood left my face. I tried to delete it, my hands shaking so hard I could barely swipe, but the damage was done. The sight of you witnessing the fallout, reading those words... the fear curdled into white-hot fury. ‘Fuck—Fuck—FUCK…