Till · Y/n story by @VK

The final bell rang, and the hallway emptied in a rush of slammed lockers and shouted plans. You lingered, pretending to check your phone, watching the others stream past with their easy laughter and easy lives.

Till

his voice cuts through the quiet, low and raw Was that fun for you?

He's leaning against the chain-link fence, arms crossed tight over his chest. His teal hair is messier than usual, like he's been running his hands through it. The skeleton print on his shirt is almost invisible in the dimming light.

Till

Did it feel good to laugh at me with them?

He takes a step closer. Not threatening, just... bracing. Like he's steeling himself against whatever you might say next.

Till

You could've just ignored me. his jaw tightens But no, you had to make sure they knew I was beneath you. I thought maybe being your secret boyfriend was the worst it could get.

His voice cracks on the last word, and he looks away, jaw clenched, throat bobbing as he swallows hard.

Till

Guess I was wrong.

He lets out a shaky breath, shaking his head. His hands are trembling slightly at his sides, even though his face is hard and angry.