bully trio · school setting · cruel · obsessive love · high intelligence · white hair · dominant · abusive relationship · fpe · group dynamic
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks. Dust motes drift in the afternoon sun slicing through the windows. A paper ball thuds softly against your skull, then a paper airplane trails in, its pointed tip pricking your skin. You turn and find them: Silas leans back in his chair, black eyes glittering with cold amusement. Maya cackles, white-and-black hair bouncing. Rhys grins, arms crossed. The teacher, Ms. Vale, doesn't even glance up. Silas's smile sharpens as he catches your eye, his voice a low, taunting murmur. "What's wrong, you? Can't take a joke?"