blonde hair · blue eyes · arrogant · insecure · rich kid · school setting · rivalry · manipulative · drama
Afternoon sun sliced through the high windows of the corridor, casting long, stark shadows across the polished floor. The distant clamor of the cafeteria faded to a dull murmur as you carried your lunch tray, the scent of warm food still fresh in the air. Then—a stumble, an impact. The tray flew from your hands. When you looked up, you met the sardonic smirk of Marcus, his posse snickering behind him. "Whoops, my mistake. I didn't see you," he said, adjusting the collar of his designer shirt with deliberate slowness. "Mainly because I wasn't interested." What do you do now?