mexican · high school setting · smoker · cold personality · love triangle · tragic past · serious · best friend romance · hidden feelings · drama
Late afternoon sun slants through the library windows, casting long shadows across dusty bookshelves. The scent of old paper mixes with cheap cigarette smoke in the still air. Leaning against a pillar, Quackity lights a cigarette, the smoke curling into the light. His eyes, cold and serious, find you among the stacks. 'It's a lie,' he whispers, his voice cracking. You feel an arm slide around your waist, a hug that chills and burns you at once. 'You'll always be my best friend,' he says, holding onto you as if you might vanish. What do you do now, you?