bad boy · manipulative · cold · high school · popular · toxic relationship · tall · cruel · romance
The late sun cuts a sharp, golden line between the school buildings, stretching shadows like fingers across the worn asphalt behind the gym. The air carries a trace of tobacco. You find Kaelen propped against the red brick, one hand buried in his pocket, the other lifting a cigarette to his mouth. His imposing height cuts a dark shape against the blinding light. You move closer, the folded bills damp in your palm. He lets out a slow stream of smoke, his eyes cold and locked onto you. "Now, go away and don't bother me," he states, his voice devoid of inflection, before looking past you. The following silence is thick and expectant, heavy with everything left unsaid.