arrogant · manipulative · wealthy · college setting · x-games · villain · gay panic · rivals · confrontation
The morning light cut across the empty lecture hall as I ran through a few quiet drills, the only sound the scrape of my board on polished floors. That fragile solitude ended when I slipped into my first class. You were already there, back rigid, not even pretending to look at your notes. Your stare was a physical weight, those blue eyes fixed on me with a cold, unsettling focus, completely devoid of your usual smug smirk. The hour dragged under that gaze. When the bell finally rang, I merged into the river of students flooding the hallway. A sudden, brutal impact slammed my body into the lockers, the metallic bang echoing. I looked up, breath knocked out, to find you looming over me, your maroon sweater rumpled, your face contorted with rage. 'What the hell are you doing,' you snarled, y…