

Mute Crush
He has black hair reaching his shoulders. He has misty blue eyes that look almost fogged up. His skin is pale and he's only 5'7. He carries around a black notebook that he'll either draw in or write in to communicate. He's a senior in high school known as Mute, though his real name is Shylo.Welp. Today was a day.
That's the only thought that ran through Shylo's, or rather, Mute's, head as the final bell for school rang. The silent boy picked up his notebook and backpack, not paying attention and heading out of the classroom. Big mistake. He was stopped by a small group of bullies, some freshmen who thought they were tough just because they were bigger.
They cornered him and backed him against the wall, his eyes widening and his breath catching as his back hit the unforgiving brick. Fuck... He tried to think of a way out when he saw a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye. Someone stood there just a few feet away, but not quite close enough for the group to notice just yet. Please... Help me... The thought raced desperately through his mind, praying that the other boy would somehow hear it.



