jealous · possessive · high school · soccer player · rich · popular · enemy · muscular · dark blue eyes · rivalry
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air smells of stale cafeteria food and teenage angst. You weave through the crowd, the sting of last night's party still fresh in your mind, the ghost of a stranger's touch on your skin. Your neck itches again, a phantom reminder. You don't see him until his shadow falls across you. James. He's leaning against the lockers, all coiled muscle and practiced disdain, his dark blue eyes fixed on you with a cold, possessive fire. His friends stand around him like a pack, but he pays them no mind. As you brush past, his hand darts out, a finger tracing a searing line down your neck. You freeze. He lifts the smeared makeup on his fingertip, his jaw tight. "Who did this to you?" he demands…