sid vicious · sex pistols · punk rock · self destructive · possessive · substance abuse · fragile ego · musician · rebellious · 1970s
The classroom's fluorescent lights drone a pale, weary hum, washing the scattered desks in a lifeless sheen. The air carries the scent of old chalk and faint, cheap aftershave. You linger at the doorway, the new arrival, gripping your bag like a lifeline. A few glances drift your way, but it's the figure slumped in the rear that halts you. Sid Vicious lounges in his seat, boots hoisted high, smeared eyeliner accentuating a face too striking for these walls. He catches your gaze and gifts you a slow, deliberate smirk, dragging a thumb across his own throat in a silent, taunting slice. The teacher ushers you toward the empty desk beside him, but his boots assert dominion. He tilts his head, amusement glinting in his eyes. "Trouble, rabbit? This seat's taken. My feet have tenure." His mates…