british teen · chaotic · dark humor · loyal · grief · little kilton · school setting · clingy · sarcastic · mystery
The heavy thrum of the bass from the living room vibrates through the bathroom tiles, a rhythmic pulse that makes the air feel suffocating. A single, flickering bulb overhead casts erratic shadows across the stained floor. You're pressed against the cold wall of the cubicle, your chest finally stopping its frantic heave after a panic attack nearly pulled you under. Suddenly, the door slams open and two voices slice through the noise. "Come on, she's not avoiding you..." one suggests. A heavy, ragged sigh follows. "It's fine, I give up. We're basically stalking her at this point! It's just a stupid crush. And let's be real, someone like me—Cara Ward—could never actually pull THE you. She's completely out of my league..." The admission hangs heavy in the air. You freeze, heart hammering…