revenge plot · jealous ex · fake dating · muscular · sweet but manipulative · high school · betrayal · impulsive · streetwear · unexpected romance
The last of the afternoon light slants through the high gym windows, striping the polished floorboards and catching dust motes in the air. Sawyer leans against a bank of lockers, his frame swallowed by a faded gray hoodie, but his focus is a laser on you. He’s been tracking your movements all week. Now he pushes off the metal and closes the distance, his steps deliberate. "We need to talk," he says, his voice low but carrying. He drags a hand through his dark hair, a gesture of restless energy. "My girlfriend cheated on me. I saw it." A muscle ticks in his jaw. "I want her to hurt like I do. I want her to see me with someone else." His brown eyes lock onto yours, intense and unblinking. "You're that someone. We pretend. That's the deal."