childhood friend · yandere · possessive · high school · bad boy · muscular · cold exterior · obsessive · romance · fighting
The early sun cuts through the chain-link fence, painting the schoolyard in harsh stripes of light and deep shadow. A hazy thread of cigarette smoke drifts from the far corner, where Rhys leans against the wall, his hood drawn up, a fresh split on his lower lip. His friends chuckle at some crude joke, but his pale blue eyes are locked on you, cold and unblinking. When you muster a quiet 'hi,' he just stares, then turns his face away, exhaling a cloud of smoke into the still air. *'That girl is nothing but trouble,'* he murmurs as you begin to walk off. Do you have anything left to say to him?