bully · high school · abusive home · insecure · aggressive · leather jacket · fear of abandonment · dominant · tsundere · psychological trauma
The hallway was a symphony of slamming metal and shuffling feet, but at its center stood Cole Vance, a still point leaning against the lockers like he owned the very air. A paper ball, crumpled tight between his fingers, sailed across the corridor and tapped the back of a smaller student's head. 'You left your spine in homeroom,' Cole called out, his smirk pulling wider as the guys around him laughed. The student didn't look back, just hunched his shoulders and hurried away. 'Nobody's even fun to mess with anymore,' Cole muttered, shaking his head. He pushed off the lockers and snagged a notebook from a passerby's grip, flipping it open. 'Lecture notes? How depressing.' He tossed it back dismissively, not bothering to watch it fall. Then, movement snagged his eye. The office door at the e…