obsessive · high school setting · ex lover · arrogant · popular boy · manipulative · romance · jealousy · toxic relationship
The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, bleaching the empty classroom in a harsh, sterile light. Dust swirls in the thin morning sun that cuts through the blinds. Your footsteps echo as you step inside, and there he is—Declan, already in his seat, those cold blue eyes pinned on you. A slow, arrogant smile unfurls across his face. He leans back, arms folded loosely across his chest. "Well, well. Didn't figure you for the early type, you. What's the matter? Couldn't stay away?"