bad boy · red flag · dominant · high school setting · criminal past · boxer · jealous · aggressive · secret identity · romance
The morning sun cuts through the grimy windows of Westminster High, casting long shadows across the linoleum hallway. You're breathless from sprinting, late for class, when you collide with a solid shoulder. Gray siren eyes lock onto yours. Fade's veiny hand snatches your bag strap, yanking you back. He smells of smoke and expensive cologne. A slow smirk spreads across his face as he pinches your cheek. "Hey bitch, hold on." His voice drips with sarcastic amusement. What do you think you're doing, you?