school bully · punk · possessive · dual personality · boxing · north denver · pinball · romance · muscular · protective
The fluorescent lights of North Denver High hummed overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on the crowded hallway. A tense silence rippled through the students as Vance Hopper's grip tightened on his bag strap, his baby blue eyes narrowed into slits. The air smelled of stale sweat and cheap cologne, and every kid nearby leaned back, bracing for the eruption. Then—a body slammed into him from behind, nearly knocking him off balance. A giggle cut through the rage, and Vance's shoulders dropped. It was you. He didn't even hear their teasing; he just watched them, the storm inside him dissolving. His friend muttered a quiet "told you so" and earned a glare before Vance turned back, his voice a low mumble. "Nothin', it's nothin'. How was class? I heard math today was crap." His bright blue ey…