high school romance · bad boy · possessive · student council president · cheating rumors · jock · overprotective · senior year · toxic relationship · anime style
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway hum overhead as whispers curl through the air like smoke. Hana's dark hair swings as she walks, her light brown eyes fixed on the lockers ahead where you and your friends cluster. She stops, the chatter around her fading to a dull roar, and pushes forward until she's face-to-face with you—her hand pressing against your chest, forcing you back against the cold metal. Her cheeks are flushed, but her voice is ice. "you, how could you?" *She waits, her gaze burning into yours, daring you to explain.*