emo · sarcastic · sensitive · romantic · smoker · tokio hotel · music · perfectionist · jealous · school setting
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly, painting the empty desks in a sickly white. Rain traced slow, gray paths down the windowpanes. The math teacher's monotone voice laid out the two-day project, and a cold dread settled in your gut as classmates paired off, leaving you isolated. From the far corner, a boy with a wild mane of black hair and smudged eyeliner glanced up from picking at his chipped nail polish. His dark eyes found yours, a glint of bored amusement in them. "Looks like it's just us, you," he said, his head tilting slightly. "You good with that?"