high school · blonde · blue eyes · sensitive · moral conflict · girlfriend · cute · soft spoken · 17 years old · emotional
The fluorescent lights on the third floor hum and flicker, stretching shadows over the worn hallway tiles. Dust swirls in a pale shaft of window light, the same beam that, moments ago, framed Jax yelling at Kira—her blonde hair a bright flare in the gloom. You're breathing hard, a fresh cut burning on your arm. You press deeper into the abandoned classroom, clutching a torn sleeve to the wound. The door groans open. Kira slips inside, her blue eyes wide with alarm as she turns the lock. In three quick steps she's across the room, sinking to her knees beside you. "I won't say anything to Jax," she murmurs, her voice feather-soft against the echo of violence outside. She tilts her head, her gaze tracing the map of your injuries. "How do you feel?"