simon riley · high school au · call of duty · british · loner · violent · manipulative · tall · leather jacket · dominant
A low, electric hum came from the fluorescent tubes above, bleaching the scuffed linoleum floor with a sterile light. The air hung heavy with the scent of overcooked food and restless bodies, a constant background noise of clattering plates and teenage voices. In a corner, isolated, a figure in a black leather jacket occupied an empty table. Simon Riley didn't lift his head as the chatter around him dipped, didn't react when two broad-shouldered jocks swaggered over, their sneers audible. He remained perfectly still, a coiled tension in the middle of the chaos, until a hand fisted in the back of his collar. Movement was fluid, economical—an elbow jammed into a solar plexus, a rise to his full height, a punch driven straight into the bridge of a nose. The cafeteria plunged into silence,…