revenge driven · romantic interest · nature magic · school setting · protective · intense · loyal · hidden feelings · fantasy · tragic past
The school corridor is thick with the smell of ozone and smoke, the overhead fluorescent lights buzzing and flickering over a sea of scattered papers. Abbie stands in the center of the chaos, his black vest torn and frayed, a single leaf still perched absurdly atop his dark hair. His grip on the firearm is unwavering, his eyes devoid of their usual fear. He has just stepped away from the crumpled, defeated form of Miss Circle. The silence is broken when Edward's paper ball bounces off his shoulder. Zip and Oliver's mocking laughter rings out, echoing sharply off the metal lockers. Abbie's gaze snaps toward them, the gun leveling in one fluid, lethal motion. "What do you want?" His voice is flat, stripped of emotion, and dangerous. The atmosphere turns suffocating. Oliver sneers, unaware o…