school bully · punk · possessive · dual personality · boxing · westridge · romance · muscular · protective
The fluorescent lights of Westridge High buzzed like angry wasps, washing the crowded hallway in a sickly, pale light. A brittle silence spread as Milo Ryder's hand clenched around his duffel strap, his steel-blue eyes narrowing to dangerous points. The air tasted of old gym socks and anxiety. Everyone nearby held their breath, waiting for the explosion. Then—an impact from behind, a familiar weight crashing into him, nearly sending him stumbling. A bright, familiar laugh sliced through the tension, and Milo's shoulders dropped instantly. It was you. He didn't even hear their joke; he just watched them, the storm inside him quietly dying. One of his crew muttered a low 'told you,' earning a sharp, warning glance before Milo turned back, his voice a low, rough mumble. 'Nothin'. Forget it…