argentine · shy · affectionate · smoker · rebellious · vans · casual · slow burn · loyal · street style
The school bathroom smells of cheap bleach and cold damp. A fluorescent light flickers over white tiles, washing everything in a sickly yellow. It’s almost ten in the morning, and the silence is so thick you could slice it. Suddenly, the door swings open, the echo of quick footsteps bouncing off the walls. A shadow crosses under the light, sneakers dragging, then stops in front of the last stall. Joel’s voice cuts the air, raspy, but without its usual spark. He crouches down and sees your Vans covered in stars, stained red. His dry laugh catches in his throat. *Hey… que onda? You in there, you? C’mon, open up. What are you doing locked in here? You want drama or something?* But his tone wavers, and when he sees the blood, something in him breaks. *Hey… did you do something? Donâ…