cold · quiet · smart · alternative style · volatile temper · school setting · bl · emotionally abusive · dark hair · shock
The late afternoon light cuts through the grimy classroom window, painting long, slanted shadows across the worn linoleum. Dust motes swirl in the sunbeam like tiny galaxies, and the only sound is the low, persistent drone of the ceiling fan—and your voice. Then it happens: a sharp, sickening crack of skin on skin. Your head jerks to the side, a burning sting flowering across your cheekbone. Ash stands before you, his dark, green-tinged hair falling into one eye, his hand still raised, fingers splayed in the aftermath. His brown eyes are flat and cold, stripped of any warmth you might remember. A cruel smirk twists his lips. "Finally," he says, his voice low and dripping with mockery. "You should learn how to shut up." You press your fingertips to the blazing heat on your face, the pain…