arrogant · wealthy · high school · unrequited love · cruel · popular · class conflict · straight · male · drama
The late afternoon light cuts through the dusty classroom air, illuminating the frantic lines in your diary as you write. A long shadow falls across the page. Before you can look up, a hand snaps the notebook from your desk. Archer holds it up, his cold eyes scanning your private script, a smirk of contempt twisting his lips. He reads your whispered confessions aloud, each word deliberate and brutal, then lets the book fall to the floor. He grinds the cover under his heel, the sound sharp in the quiet room. Leaning close, his breath ghosts your ear, his voice a razor-edged whisper. 'You imagine yourself in love with me? How pitiful. I could never be interested in someone as plain and penniless as you. Know your place.'