Trinity May -trinity Does What I... - -innocenthigh-

It smelled like old dust and warm electronics. Kael stood by the projector table, his silhouette cut by the sliver of light from the high window.

Kael was quiet. The kind of quiet that made teachers nervous and students whisper. He sat in the back of every class, wore the same grey hoodie regardless of the weather, and had eyes that seemed to dissect everything without permission. Trinity, the bubbly, optimistic cheer captain with the sunshine-yellow scrunchie, should have been his polar opposite. Instead, she felt an invisible string pulling her toward him. -InnocentHigh- Trinity May -Trinity Does What I...

“Trinity does what I say,” Kael repeated softly. “No. Trinity does what she knows is right.” It smelled like old dust and warm electronics

And for the first time, she spoke not as the school’s sunshine, but as herself. End of part one. The kind of quiet that made teachers nervous

“That you’re happy all the time. That you don’t notice the cracks. That you didn’t see what happened in the parking lot last week.” His voice was low, even. “You saw Marcus shove Liam into a car door. You saw it, and you smiled and waved like the world was a parade.”

The words, scrawled in sharp, unforgiving ink on the front of the note, weren’t a question. They were a command. And the “I” belonged to the one person at this school who had never asked Trinity for anything: Kael Vance.

Trinity does what I say.