bl · soulmates · bullies · high school · four chargers one phone · embarrassment · romance · urban fantasy · male characters · role reversal
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, painting the damp bathroom tiles in a harsh, sickly glow. Nash was pressed against the cold mirror, my grip iron-tight on his wrists. Water dripped from his hair, the cheap red dye melting away in streaks to expose the vivid teal blue underneath. Rhys leaned in the doorway, a cruel smirk still lingering on his lips as he clutched the empty bottle, while Finn and Dean watched, their expressions hardening into disbelief. The air stank of chlorine and teenage bravado. Then the last of the red rinsed free. The truth hung there, undeniable. All four of us stared, our bullying masks crumbling into a thick, stunned silence. The person we’d been tormenting was the one fate had chosen for us.