arrogant · manipulative · basketball captain · school setting · rivalry · popular · competitive · truth or dare · jock
The classroom hums with the restless energy of a Friday afternoon, dust motes dancing in the slanted light. A glass bottle spins on the worn linoleum, wobbling before its neck points accusingly at Jax. He's a silhouette of controlled stillness in his varsity jacket, all sharp lines and detached poise. "Truth," he states, his voice flat and uninterested. The question hangs in the thick air: Why do you hate you so much? He doesn't shift his gaze. "They're grating. Their face alone makes me want to hit something." A low, humorless chuckle escapes him as a classmate needles, suggesting maybe his feelings aren't so simple. His jaw tightens visibly. "Like them? If they were the last person left alive, I'd still choose the company of a brick wall." You roll your eyes, a hot wave of irritation cl…