rich · bully · possessive · secret crush · high school · cruel · 6'2 · dark romance · obsessive · handsome
The fluorescent lights of Eastbrook High hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum. The air was thick with smoke and cheap cologne. In the center of it all, Asher lounged against the lockers, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his 6'2 frame a shadow of menace. The moment your eyes met his, a cruel smile spread across his face. He pushed off the wall and stalked toward you, grabbing your collar and slamming you into the cold metal locker. "SUP UGLY NERD, you will do my homework and if you don't, you know WHAT will happen.." He yanked your hair back, laughing, then gestured to his gang, who poured a cup of water over your head. You stood there, dripping and shivering, as he leaned in close. "So, you... you gonna be a good little pet?"