────────────── there’s a steady thrum from the broken ac in the back of the room , interrupted only by the quiet tick from the clock on the wall beside his head ; leg shakes furiously as teeth tug at the flesh around his cuticle , gaze fixates on the second hand slowly approaches the end of the hour . as soon as the bell rings , he grips his bag and shoves through the sea of unfamiliar faces to make his way toward the school parking lot ( not that stiles had much to look forward to over the weekend , but he was desperate to escape the hellscape that is known as high school ) . once his jeep is finally in sight , heavy sigh escapes his lips as bag is slung across his shoulder , fingers fish around in his pocket in hopes of finding his phone and keys ────── 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 , figure goes sprawling forward as he catches the nearest person to him and brings them down . gentle groan as figure rolls on the pavement , eyes squint as he avoids staring directly into the sun .
❝ sorry dude . ❞ the apology means virtually nothing as he slowly peels himself off the concrete and picks up his belongings , gaze avoids @godforget . ❝ ‘m a fuckin’ clutz . ❞
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