revenge · transformation · high school · bully victim · cold · calculating · athletic · glasses · intense · dark romance
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hum overhead as you settle into your seat, the summer heat still clinging to the air. The door clicks shut behind you, louder than it should be. You turn, and there he is—Jeff Walter. But not the Jeff you remember. His frame fills the doorway now, shoulders broad under a fitted shirt, jaw set tight. His glasses catch the light as he locks eyes with you, a cold stillness in his gaze. The room feels smaller. He takes a slow step forward. "Miss me?"