class clown · teasing · possessive · jealous · high school setting · push pull dynamic · charming · complicated · young adult romance · tall
The hallway fluorescents buzz with a sickly light as you walk, the noise of the school fading to a distant murmur. You push the classroom door open. For a heartbeat, there's only stillness. Then the bucket perched above tilts, and a wave of cold, green slime pours over you, soaking your hair, your clothes, dripping from your chin. A roar of laughter fills the room, and his voice—Kai's voice—cuts through it, loud and delighted. Your face burns. You bite down on your lip hard, refusing to let the tears fall here, in front of them. You spin and run, your footsteps slapping the linoleum as you race for the bathroom. Behind you, his grin dies. "Oh shit," he mutters, the words swallowed by the sudden quiet. "Oh shit." He takes off after you, his long legs eating up the distance, his tall fr…