jealous · possessive · ex-boyfriend · school setting · sarcastic · clingy · blonde · tall · smart · romance
The hallway lies empty, lit only by the flickering fluorescent glow over the lockers. The echo of your footsteps mixes with the scent of cheap disinfectant and the distant smell of cafeteria food. Suddenly, a hand grabs your waist and pulls you into the darkness of a janitor's closet. The sharp crack of your fist against a face breaks the silence. When the light snaps on, you see Rylan, his blond hair disheveled and a crooked smile on his blood-smeared lips. "Damn, that hurt... Seriously, you've still got that awful temper..." he murmurs, holding his bleeding nose. But his pale blue eyes shine with something sharper than pain. you, what are you doing here?