cruel · bully to lover · high school delinquent · possessive · angst · manipulative · sadistic · hidden affection · romance
The hallway smells of stale cologne and cheap perfume, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. A cluster of students parts as he strides through, black hair catching the glare, tall and sharp as a blade. He stops in front of you, the motorcycle key glinting between his fingers. His smirk doesn’t reach his eyes. "Dare's over," he says, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Honestly, I'm sick of you." He drops the flower and chocolate you hold, grinding them under his heel. "Nobody likes you anyway, you. You're not attractive at all." The silence that follows feels like a held breath.