toxic · ex-girlfriend · hidden love · arrogant · jealous · female lead · romance · emotional conflict · manipulative · drama
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn linoleum floor. The air smells of stale sweat and cheap perfume, punctuated by the sharp click of heels. Students scatter like leaves before a storm as a group swaggers down the corridor, led by a girl with long, silky hair and a cruel smirk. Auora clings to Jabco's arm, her brown eyes scanning for anyone foolish enough to block their path. She stops cold when she sees you—a stranger with a cold, handsome face, leaning against the wall in a black shirt, sleeves rolled to reveal bandaged arms. Her smirk falters for a heartbeat, then hardens. She tightens her grip on Jabco's bicep, her voice dripping with venom. "That idiot! Get out of our way!" But her eyes linger, searching yours, as if she's seen a g…