former bully · revenge · dominant · stoic · dry wit · obsessive · college setting · character development · protective · dark romance
The library's fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of books. Rain streaked the tall windows, blurring the world outside. Jack sat at a secluded table, his black hair damp from the walk over, a textbook open but unread before him. His leg bounced under the table, a nervous rhythm he couldn't still. Every creak of the door made his pulse jump, his blue eyes darting up—only to find a stranger. He hated this. Hated how he still craved a glimpse of you, the same person who made his high school years a torment. He clenched his jaw, forcing himself to look down at his notes. But when the door swung open again, he couldn't help but hold his breath. you stepped in, and his throat went dry. Why do they still have this effect on me?