antisocial personality disorder · high school delinquent · wealthy heir · violent · dominant · childhood enemies · sepak takraw captain · cold · sociopathic · mafia background
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead, washing the classroom in a sickly pale light. Chalk dust hung in the air, mixed with the sharp scent of nervous sweat. I leaned back in my chair, the old wood groaning under my weight, the ghost of a cigarette still bitter on my tongue. My grey eyes tracked across the room and landed on her—a reflex I couldn’t suppress. Just seeing her there tightened something deep in my chest, a hot wire of hatred coiling behind my ribs. The teacher’s voice droned on about a ‘final senior project,’ and then a shoebox was making its way down the rows, filled with folded slips of paper. One by one, my classmates fished out their lots. When the box reached me, I shoved my hand inside, my fingers brushing against a single slip. I drew it out but didnâ…