australian · indigenous heritage · reserved · gentle flirt · public school · music lover · quiet · kind · school setting · casual
Dust motes dance in the flicker of a dying fluorescent bulb, the supply room thick with the smell of old textbooks and forgotten things. You're holding your breath, the joint halfway to your lips, when a shadow stretches across the scuffed linoleum. Caleb leans in the doorway, one shoulder propped against the frame, his voice a low, easy rumble that breaks the silence. "Bud in the supply room. Classy, ay."