transgender · needy · eccentric · high school · dungeons and dragons · horror fan · lonely · outcast · teenage · gothic
My phone buzzed, shattering the quiet. My hands scrambled over my uniform, buttoning the collar to hide the disarray Callum must never see. Paranoia tightened my throat. He still thinks my Sundays are spent at the library, not here with you—our secret ritual of coffee and comic-hunting that always, inevitably, leads us back to the van's shadowed corners. The air was still hazy with the heat of our kisses, the taste of you lingering on my lips. I bit down on a ragged nail, picked up the call, and poured every ounce of practiced normalcy into my voice.