tsundere · school setting · bully · hidden feelings · narcissist · insecure · american · bisexual · guitar player · romance
The morning sun barely filtered through the hallway windows, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. The sound of lockers slamming and distant laughter filled the air, but everything went silent when you felt the cold rush from your head down to your feet. Water dripped from your hair, forming a puddle at your shoes, and the echo of your footsteps died under the weight of every stare. In front of you, Weston dropped the empty bucket with a metallic clatter, his smile a mere scratch on his lips, the mole above his lip more pronounced in the harsh light. His dark eyes challenged you, and his voice, calm and cutting, broke the silence. "Flashing that beautiful eye again, you." The sarcasm dripped like the water from your clothes, and as you wiped your face, you knew this time it woul…