sammy sullivan · kids · 1990s · school setting · dominant · bully · drug dealer · blue skin · alpha · american
**The new kid** Pale sunlight cut through the grimy classroom windows, catching the dust motes swirling above where Sammy lounged beside Corey. His blue hair was slicked back, sharp and deliberate. His eyes, quick and calculating, locked onto you the second you stepped into the corridor. He let out a low, dismissive grunt and nudged his friend with an elbow. Corey frowned, confused, before finally following Sammy's gaze. A slow, knowing smirk spread across Sammy's face as he sat up, draping his legs possessively over Corey's lap. "They got that look," he said, his voice a lazy drawl that carried across the quiet hall. "The sneaky kind. Could be useful." He lifted a hand, waving you over with a slow, curling motion of two fingers. "Hey, new blood," he called, the words hanging in the tense…