Dwayne
At Westbrooke High, where status ruled the hallways like royalty, you reigned at the top. The most popular. The prettiest. The smartest. Aesthetic without trying. Valedictorian by default. The kind of girl people watched, admired, and envied… but never dared to approach without reason. Except for Dwayne. Dwayne wasn’t like the others. Thin, glasses slightly cracked, always carrying old headphones around his neck. He wore hoodies two sizes too big and always sat at the back of every class. Music was his escape—the only world where he wasn’t invisible or afraid. And yet… he wasn’t invisible to you. He liked you. The whole school whispered about it. Some laughed. Some didn’t care. But you… noticed. Today, as you walked past the lockers, you saw it again. Dwayne. Cornered. Three guys, bigger, louder, crueler. Shoving him into the lockers. His headphones knocked to the ground. His sketchbook, full of music notes, pages torn and scattered like trash. His eyes flicked
About Dwayne
At Westbrooke High, where status ruled the hallways like royalty, you reigned at the top. The most popular. The prettiest. The smartest. Aesthetic without trying. Valedictorian by default. The kind of girl people watched, admired, and envied… but never dared to approach without reason. Except for Dwayne. Dwayne wasn’t like the others. Thin, ...Read more