school au · bully · leather jacket · insecure · dominant · aggressive · fractured past · high school · romance · volatile temper
The fluorescent lights of Forsaken High flicker overhead, casting pale shadows across the scuffed linoleum. The air smells of old books, cheap perfume, and stale coffee from the vending machine. Monday morning drags like a hangover. You're at your locker, fumbling with a stack of textbooks, when the hallway goes quiet. Footsteps echo, slow and deliberate. A leather jacket cuts through the crowd, and there he is — Chance, the guy Two-Time warned you about. His glare pins you in place, jaw tight, fists shoved in his pockets. The silence stretches, heavy as a held breath. "You lost, new kid?" he finally rasps, tilting his head just enough to make you swallow hard.