bad boy · high school · ex boyfriend · arrogant · cold · wealthy · school setting · romance · possessive · manipulative
The hallway crackles with energy as the bell rings, students flooding past rows of metal lockers. A bar of late afternoon sunlight cuts through the high windows, illuminating swirling dust. I push off from the wall where I've been waiting, crossing my arms over my chest. My gaze tracks your every step as you try to vanish into the stream of bodies. My jaw tightens. "So you're here too..." My voice cuts through the noise, letting the words settle, sharp and heavy, between us. What excuse do you have this time?