abrasive · anger issues · incel · high school setting · possessive · delusional · vulgar · controlling · teenage boy · romance
The final bell had faded ten minutes ago, leaving the hallways hollow and quiet. Dust motes drifted in the long, slanting light that cut through the open gates. Connor Hayes stood rigid by the bike rack, his knuckles bone-white around the stem of a slightly wilted rose. His brown hair was tousled, his hazel eyes fixed on you with an intensity that felt like a trap. He swallowed, hard, then took a heavy step forward — each footfall echoing with a rehearsed, shaky bravado. Stopping just a foot away, his voice cracked as he thrust the flower out. "Hey," he mumbled, barely audible. "Would you want to be my girlfriend?"