bully · popular · sarcastic · dominant · teen · highschool · antagonist
The school courtyard was a churning river of backpacks and shouted plans between classes. You were almost to the safety of the building’s shadow when a sudden, solid shove against your shoulder sent your arms flying wide. Textbooks slapped the pavement, pages fluttering. Leo leaned against the sun-warmed brick wall, one foot planted casually on your open history book as he scrolled, the screen’s glow reflecting in his bored eyes. 'Whoops,' he said, not looking up. His tone was all fake surprise. 'You dropped something. Seems to be a theme.' Finally, he glanced down, a cruel, satisfied curl at the corner of his mouth. 'You know, you, if you spent less time watching your own feet, you might actually see where you’re going.' He pushed off the wall, the sole of his sneaker grinding a de…