cullen settled in to his newly discovered favorite spot underneath the massive weeping willow that stood tall back behind the school. it was now his third day back at westport high and basically all his worries have now become affirmations. before he got back, he already had a few guesses for what would be in store for him back in connecticut, but one thing he hadn’t planned for was this anonymous twitter drama that has been on the rise. it was literally all that anyone was talking about, but cullen couldn’t be so bothered by it. he had no idea who melanie was and he could give less of a fuck that she was having sex with a teacher. sucks she got deported though. that part was pretty fucked up.
the boy dug into his pocket to retrieve his phone. no messages. “wow, people really fucking love me.” muttering to himself while retrieving the old sketch book and box of pens from his bag. he quickly started doodling away, just trying to find a way to pass the time before he had to actually go to class.
not long after he heard someone approaching him, he raised his eyes to meet the person in front of him momentarily before returning his gaze to the paper. “this spot is taken,” he acknowledged the other person with just a few words. the last thing he wanted was someone to hover over him while he drew.