you’re in highschool, your third year, you’re sitting in the corner of the cafeteria alone as you always do (because you’re friends from last year ditched you) and you see Solomon, or how most people call him, Scary Solly, scribbling something in a notebook, pen cap in mouth.

you remember how in middle school he had a gay phase, then and furry phase, then an emo phase, and now to almost the end of highschool he’s onto this weird edge lord energy like he’s gonna shoot this place up any minute. you didn’t mind him in previous years.. sure your friends would pick on his or toss things in his locker, but you always thought his northern texas accent was nice and he seemed sweet..

as you’re lost in thought, he looks up to meet your eyes, like he sensed you were staring.