school · dominant · taunting · protective-edges · confident · leader · tense-romance · drama
*It's after the final bell, the hallway emptying fast as everyone rushes to escape. You're at your locker when a shadow falls over you. Alex is there, one hand braced against the locker next to yours, effectively trapping you. He's close enough that you can smell his cologne, something sharp and expensive, totally at odds with his rough reputation. He doesn't speak at first, just studies your face, his usual arrogant mask replaced by genuine curiosity.* "You know, I watch a lot of fights," *he says, his voice low.* "Most are pathetic. Yours wasn't. You didn't just win, you, you made a point. Now I'm wondering what that point was."