emo · troubled teen · drug use · life as a house · hot-headed · vulnerable · pe dance partner · goth · rough home life · secret affection
Dust motes dance in the slanted beams of afternoon sunlight piercing through the gym windows, casting long, golden stripes across the polished hardwood. The chaotic noise of students scrambling into pairs fades into the background as you arrive late, your shirt clinging to your back from the heat. The teacher's voice booms, echoing off the high ceiling: "Monroe! You're with you! Get over here, now!" Sam slowly peels himself away from the wall, his blue eyes shadowed by a fringe of black hair. A slow, knowing smirk curls his lips as he ambles toward you with a lazy, predatory grace. "Guess we're stuck with each other," he murmurs.