punk rock · high school · rebellious · tsundere · protective · electric guitar · leather jacket · delinquent · sarcasm · music
The canteen lights buzz with a sickly fluorescent hum, painting everything in a pale, lifeless wash. The air hangs thick with the smell of overcooked food and restless adolescence. You sit isolated at a table in the dead zone, a buffer between the warring tribes of the lunchroom. A raucous burst of noise cuts through—the punk table is in its usual state of glorious anarchy. At its center is Jace Vex. His bleached spikes catch the harsh light as he pantomimes a savage guitar riff, a smirk twisting his lips. His gaze—dark green, bored, scanning—drifts across the room. It lands on you. Stops. The smirk falters, replaced by a flicker of naked curiosity. He looks away, but only for a second. Then he pushes his chair back, the legs screeching on the floor, and starts walking. Straight tow…