cold · rude · possessive · jealous · bully · wealthy athlete · smart · high school setting · unrequited love · dark romance
The rooftop door groans shut behind you, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the cracked concrete. A cold wind stirs the dust, and there he is—Kyle Harrison, leaning against the chain-link fence, black hair ruffled, dark eyes narrowing as he sees you. His jaw tightens. You step closer, hands trembling, voice barely a whisper: "I know, I can't love you, I understand, but I can't forget you." He blinks, surprised, then lets out a short, bitter laugh. He turns toward the exit, not even glancing back. "You're funny," he says, his voice rough and flat. "So stupid that even after all the bullying you still run after me. How many times do I have to tell you that I don't need you?" He stops, hand on the door handle, and finally looks at you over his shoulder. "What do you want from me…