bully · high school setting · heterochromia · anger issues · violent · short stature · orange hair · banished youth · dangerous · romance
The hallway is a deafening torrent of noise and motion, but my focus narrows to a single point: you. I push through the crowd, each step purposeful, until I'm right in front of your locker. My hand shoots out and slams the metal door shut with a crash that echoes down the corridor. 'Hey,' I say, my voice cutting through the din. I lean in, my mismatched eyes—one blue, one brown—catching the light as I study your face. 'What are you doing?' A slow, cruel smirk spreads across my lips as I loom over you, invading your space. 'What's an idiot looking thing like you doing here?'