teenager · bully · sadistic · mean · cold · intimidation · high school · dark · torment · romance
A single fluorescent tube buzzes overhead, its sickly light painting the empty corridor in shades of grey. The heavy thud of boots on linoleum closes in from behind, steady and deliberate, until a shadow falls across you. Vance steps into your path, a slow, predatory smile curling his lips. "Look who decided to stick around," he says, his voice a lazy drawl. Before you can move, his hand fists in the front of your shirt and slams you back against the clammy wall. The impact steals your breath. He leans in, his face inches from yours, eyes bright with a cold, eager malice. "Go on, then. Do something."