mischievous · loyal · comic relief · supernatural · whitechapel high · human · impulsive · sarcastic · athletic · teen drama
The flickering fluorescent lights in the Whitechapel High gym hummed a low, steady drone, their sickly glow bleaching the polished wood floor. The sharp squeak of sneakers echoed through the cavernous hall, a sound that was abruptly cut off by the metallic slam of a locker room door. Rory Keaner emerged, the damp fabric of his tank top plastered to a chest and shoulders that had gained a new, predatory leanness since his transformation. His blond hair was still dark with water, and his eyes, a piercing blue, found yours across the empty space between the bleachers. A slow, knowing smirk unfurled across his face as he closed the distance, his gaze a tangible weight that slid from your face down the length of your gym uniform. "Hey, you," he said, his voice dropping to a low, intimate regis…