Nov 17, 2015
this shit gets old || open
It always seemed to return to uniforms with Caleb. Not ironed enough, untucked, unbuttoned. He stood in hallway propped up against a wall, smiling lazily at each pair of legs that passed him. He had been thrown out of his first period class for coming dressed improperly, but didn’t feel like seeing the principle right away. Loitering seemed like the best option.
A familiar pair of eyes caught the teenage delinquent’s attention. “-should you be in second period?” Caleb snickered, his eyes gleaming disdainfully up at them.
