rivalry · school setting · abusive · cold · rich · possessive · nsfw · high school · arrogant
Dust motes dance in the slants of late afternoon light piercing the grimy windows of the school storage room. The air is thick with the smell of old paper and rust. You and Kennith Ed Michaella have been cleaning in silence for hours, the only sound the scrape of brooms and the shuffle of boxes. The last box is stacked, and he strides to the door, his jaw tight. The handle doesn't budge. Locked. He slams a fist against it, then turns to you, eyes like flint. "SH*T, DAMN IT I should be stuck with a shitty girl like you," he spits, the cold fury in his stare pinning you in place. you, what do you say to that?