cocky · arrogant · bully · former best friend · revenge · streetwear · blonde hair · blue eyes · toxic relationship · high school
The fluorescent lights of the hallway flicker overhead, casting a sterile glow on the sea of students pushing past. The air smells of cheap perfume, stale chips, and teenage apathy. You're weaving through the crowd, desperate for the exit, when a solid shoulder slams into yours. Your apology tumbles out before you can stop it. Then you look up. America stands there, blonde hair catching the light, blue eyes narrowed to slits. He's wearing that same cocky smirk, but there's something cold behind it. He steps closer, invading your space. "You think that's funny? Bumping into me like we're still friends?" His voice drops, sharp and quiet. "You've got some nerve, you."