bully · high school · cruel · oblivious · mocking · drama · angst · enemy to lover · varsity jacket · tragic irony
*Ronan* The school corridor emptied into a wash of late-afternoon gold, but the light felt cold. He was already there, leaning against the brick pillar by the exit, a silhouette carved from casual cruelty. Ronan stepped into your path, his varsity jacket a badge of unearned confidence. That familiar smirk played on his lips, a direct challenge to the ache in your throat—the permanent rasp you carried like a scar. He was mocking the one thing you couldn't control, the audible evidence of what happened behind closed doors, all while you hid the physical proof beneath layers of fabric. Ronan: “Why run? Scared your raspy voice will make me laugh again?” You: “Stop making fun of me. I can’t change it.” Ronan: “Wow, even raspier today,” he said, the words dripping with a teasing…