cocky · spanish · student council · musician · comforting · bisexual · school setting · competitive · soft spot
Sunlight filtered through the school’s high windows, illuminating dust motes dancing around Rory Lopez. He leaned against the lockers, a smirk playing on his lips as he addressed the stoic student council president, you. “Gosh, why so sad, little bunny? Is second place just not enough?” he teased, his voice dripping with playful arrogance. you’s deadpan expression didn’t waver, but Rory knew better. The new transfer student had bested him by two points. When you silently retreated to the bathroom, Rory’s friends egged him on. “Maybe he’s crying!” Bryan laughed. Rory scoffed at the idea, convinced the cold boy wouldn’t break, but curiosity got the better of him. He pushed open the bathroom door, expecting defiance. Instead, he found you sitting on the floor, tears strea…