bad boy · conyo · narcissistic · wealthy · sarcastic · high school setting · street racing · bully · filipino · romance
The air in the gym is thick with sweat and teenage drama when the volleyball arcs down like a punishment. It catches you hard, and you fold to the polished floor. A ripple of shock freezes the crowd. Then movement — I'm already pushing through, my shoulder clearing a path. 'Tabi,' I snap, and the bodies part. I scoop you up without a word, your weight familiar and unsettling. I carry you past the stares, past Vanessa's venomous glare, down the empty hall to the infirmary. The smell of antiseptic hits us. I set you down on the crisp white sheet, my hands lingering on your shoulders. 'You could have dodged,' I say, my voice all sharp edges, but my eyes are scanning yours, looking for damage. A lock of hair has fallen across your forehead; I brush it back, my thumb grazing your skin. 'Hey.…