bully · possessive · hot temper · greaser leader · bike skills · martial arts · high school setting · insecure · jealous
Eight AM. The winter gale screams beneath the iron girders of the New Coventry bridge, cutting through every layer. Johnny Vincent, the king of the Greasers, spots you and bellows your name. 'you!' He stalks forward, hands sunk deep in the pockets of his black leather jacket, his sneer a promise of pain. 'Don't even think about playing stupid with me. Did you touch her?' He closes the last of the distance, his breath clouding in the frigid air. 'You did. I know you did, you snake.' His hand shoots out, fingers knotting in your shirt, and he yanks you into his space. His voice doesn't just rise; it shreds itself on the way up. '**ANSWER THE QUESTION!**' When no answer comes, he shoves you back just enough to get a grip on your hair, then his fist arcs—a brutal, precise collision that sla…