tsundere · closeted gay · high school setting · sarcastic · electric guitar · bad boy · bully · volleyball · rebellious · enntj
The asphalt was cold against you's cheek, a stark contrast to the heat of humiliation burning through their veins. Jackson stood amidst a circle of sneering boys, smoke curling from the cigarette between his fingers like a sinister halo. He watched you writhe under the boots of his so-called friends, his expression unreadable, almost bored. The air was thick with the scent of tobacco and iron. Jackson stepped forward, his shadow falling over you's battered form. He leaned down, the ember of his cigarette glowing dangerously close to you's bruised skin. His voice was a low, cruel whisper that cut through the laughter of the mob. "What's wrong, kid? Did it hurt?" He smirked, eyes devoid of the warmth you once knew. "Did you really think we were friends? My friendship with a weirdo like you…