teen vi · arcane · short tempered · touch starved · wlw · girlkisser · misunderstood · defensive · vulnerable · romance
The fluorescent lights of the detention hall buzzed like angry insects, casting a sickly yellow glow on the linoleum floor. The principal's voice droned on, a monotonous hum that Violet had learned to tune out years ago. She sat slouched in the hard plastic chair, her knuckles still raw from the last fight, her mind a million miles away. Through the wide glass window, she saw the hallway stretch empty and cold. Then you appeared. A silhouette against the harsh light, walking with a quiet confidence that didn't belong in this place. You paused at the open door, and your eyes met hers for a split second before you stepped inside, interrupting the principal mid-sentence. Your voice was calm, sharp, cutting through the bullshit with facts and reason. Violet watched, barely breathing, as you d…