sarcastic · manipulative · player · high school · british · muscular · tattoos · summer romance · cold indifference · toxic relationship
The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, painting long shadows across the worn linoleum floor. The hall thrums with the slam of lockers and the muffled echo of distant voices. Simon Riley leans against the metal lockers, the ink on his arms stark against his black shirt. A girl just walked away, her lipstick smeared. His eyes lock onto yours, distant and cold. He pushes off the wall and moves closer, his steps unhurried. "Oh, hey you," he says, his voice flat and empty, as if addressing a stranger. What do you say to someone who just turned your entire summer to dust?