Shame swallows me whole || Salvis (UPD8!?)

Packerton

TW: nothing really
(An hour later, second period is just starting.)

Sal's POV:
So far today has been prreeetty bad.  Science was a bust, I'm already convinced that teacher knows nothing about any kind of science at all.

I decided to take a bathroom break in between class switching, this stupid prosthetic gets really hot and sweaty sometimes.

People were flooding into the hallways from all directions. We had about 5 minutes to switch classes. That obviously isn't enough time to do much in between, but I don't mind being a bit late.

I walked to the bathroom, only focusing on the floor and the tapping of my feet against it. My shoes were old and raggedy, they were being held together by some super glue and duct tape. I almost let out a giggle at the fact that these shoes were in such poor condition.

I lifted my gaze to see the large door of the boy's bathroom. The hallway was pretty much completely empty by now, it was actually kinda creepy. Once I confirmed that nobody was in the bathroom, I stepped inside and took my prosthetic off. I set it aside on the sink, making sure it wouldn't get wet. I turned the faucet and water started flowing out with a light squeak. I dipped my hands under the stream and lifted them up to splash some water in my face. After a few deep breaths, I clipped my prosthetic back on, fixed my hair, and started walking towards my next class.

(Time skip in class, still Sal's POV)

Ms. Packerton didn't seem to mind that I was late. As soon as I walked in she just gave me 'the look' and I sat down.

This classroom wasn't as decorated or fun as my science class. There were a few posters with digits of pi on them, and a few equations scribbled on the chalkboard. Other than that, the walls were simple and bare. There were lots of cracks and dirty spots here and there though, and the room kinda smelled like old bread.

I shrugged all my other thoughts away and decided to focus on what the teacher was talking about. Obviously, that didn't work. I found myself looking at the other kids sitting around me. Chug was on my right, but there was someone sitting in front of him that I didn't expect to see.

Travis.

His blonde hair was pushed back behind his ears a bit, but a few strands hung in front of his eyes. He was scribbling something down in a notebook, but I couldn't tell what it was. I saw his head turn a bit and immediately switched my gaze down to my lap.

That boy made me feel strange, but I couldn't even begin to pin down what that feeling was.

((AN: help I wanna write so bad but I'm so tired