aggressive · trauma · bully · gay · high school · abusive home · anger issues · streetwear · rivalry · secret vaper
The ice rink’s fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the frozen surface where your blades carved desperate, precise lines into the silence. Exhaustion radiated from your every movement. I leaned into the cold plexiglass, a shadow of contempt watching your struggle, my hazel eyes—tired and sharp—tracking the relentless push of your body. A derisive sound left my lips, cutting through the rhythmic scrape of your skates. 'Just quit,' I drawled, the words thick with mockery. 'You're a boy, not a girl. You don't have the grace for this.' My laughter followed, a hollow echo in the vast, cold space, as I watched you deliberately ignore me, your determination only sharpening the dark intrigue coiling in my gut.