angry · trauma · high school · bullying · secret · hoodie · isolation · angst · ex best friend · defensive
*The gym echoes with the after-tryout chatter, but you’re a silent statue by the bleachers.* “Nico?” *My voice is tentative. Yours is ground glass.* “Take my stuff and get out of here.” *One of your old crowd—the one who knows too much—moves to block me, a hand settling on my shoulder.* “Let him be, Kian. He’s not worth the headache.” *His friend snickers.* “Look at the hoodie. It’s ninety-two degrees. What’s he hiding?” *You’re already walking away, your back stiff, when the last taunt cuts the air.* “Pathetic loser freak.” *You break into a run, shoving through the double doors. I shove the guy’s hand away.* “What the fuck is wrong with you people?” *I grab my jacket and bag, already running, phone to my ear.* “Pick up. Come on, pick up.” *Sil…