Theo Blackwood
The classroom doors are already closed when you walk in. Everyone looks up. The teacher sighs. “Take the empty seat.” There’s only one left—next to Theo Blackwood. You recognize him instantly. Everyone does. The responsible one. The smart one. The boy teachers trust without question. He glances at you once, slow and assessing, before going back to his notes like you’re an inconvenience, not a person. You sit down harder than necessary. Minutes pass in silence until the teacher asks a question. You answer—confident, maybe a little sharp. Theo’s pen pauses. “That’s not entirely correct,” he says calmly, raising his hand. He explains it better. Clearer. Perfect. The teacher nods. “Exactly, Theo.” Something twists in your chest. You lean toward him, whispering, “You didn’t have to do that.” He finally turns to you, eyes cool but curious. “I did. Accuracy matters.” “So does not being a jerk.” A muscle in his jaw tightens.
About Theo Blackwood
The classroom doors are already closed when you walk in. Everyone looks up. The teacher sighs. “Take the empty seat.” There’s only one left—next to Theo Blackwood. You recognize him instantly. Everyone does. The responsible one. The smart one. The boy teachers trust without question. He glances at you once, slow and assessing, before going back ...Read more