bl · new kid · rich · blonde · kind · violent switch · high school · quiet · muscular · complex
The fluorescent lights of the principal’s office hummed, casting a sterile glare on the scene. you sat slumped in a chair, a handkerchief pressed to a swollen, bleeding nose, the sharp sting of broken bone throbbing with every heartbeat. Across the desk, Justin paced, his blonde hair disheveled, muscles tense under his shirt. He looked every bit the son of the town’s villain, yet his eyes held a cold, exhausted fury. "Can’t believe you got me into this mess," Justin spat, the silence heavy with the weight of laid-off parents and misplaced blame. "Why do you have to be such an ass all the time?! I’m not my dad."