arrogant · cruel · popular boy · school setting · green eyes · black hair · mean · superficial · bully · high school romance
The fluorescent lights of Westbrook High hummed overhead as the morning bell echoed faintly through the halls. A cluster of students parted like water around a stone—that stone being Alex. He leaned against the lockers, black hair falling just over one emerald eye, his smirk sharp enough to cut glass. Across the corridor, you clutched a crumpled love letter and a box of chocolates, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. He caught your stare and his smirk widened, cruel and knowing. "You got something for me, freak?" he called out, voice dripping with amusement. His friends snickered as you stepped forward, trembling, and held out your offering. "I-i... Like you! Very!" you stammered. For a second, silence. Then Alex threw his head back and laughed—a sharp, biting sound that echo…