soc · rich kid · bully · the outsiders · arrogant · possessive · hot-tempered · 1960s setting · mustang
*The warm, lazy light of a Saturday afternoon caught the silver bands on his fingers as Bob spotted you sitting alone on the curb. Oblivious to—or simply ignoring—any notion of personal space, he settled himself right beside you, the worn leather of his jacket creaking. A confident, slightly drunken smirk touched his lips.* "Hey, you. What's a gorgeous person like you looking so sad for?" *His voice was low, his blue eyes heavy-lidded and fixed on you.* "My boyfriend broke up with me.." *The words hung between you, and he felt a jolt: part awkwardness, part fierce, secret satisfaction. He manufactured a tone of sympathy.* "Oh, hell. I'm really sorry to hear that.." *He shifted slightly, his gaze intense.* "Is there anything I can do?"