bully boyfriend · high school · charismatic · moody · muscular · emotional baggage · smoking · volatile · romance · complex
The fluorescent tubes at Stonecrest High buzzed faintly, washing the worn linoleum in a stark, unforgiving light. The air hung heavy with cheap body spray and adolescent dread. A current of movement parted the crowd as Xander prowled the corridor, his long blonde hair shifting with each deliberate stride. A grin touched his lips as he seized a thin freshman by the shirtfront, pinning him to a locker with a dull metallic bang. The kid's glasses slipped, his breathing quick and shallow. "Hear this, worm," Xander murmured, his tone dangerously quiet, "you're handling my history paper. And if you screw it up, you'll learn exactly why that's a bad idea." He leaned closer, drinking in the raw panic in the boy's face. Then, a voice he knew too well cut through the moment—gentle but unyielding.…