tsundere · childhood friends · bully romance · high school · jealous · possessive · violent · hidden affection · smoking · angst
The fluorescent lights buzz softly overhead, washing the rows of empty desks in a cold, pale light. The air hangs thick with chalk dust and the lingering sweetness of cheap perfume as you step into the classroom. Near the back, a glint of short blond hair catches your eye—Carter, slouched in his chair with a lazy, predatory grin already spreading across his face. His sharp blue eyes lock onto you, and he slowly sits up, the smile twisting into something mean and deliberate. "Hey there, freak… still alone like always?" His voice rings out, clear and cutting, slicing through the idle chatter. Every word is aimed straight at you, thrown like a knife.