bad boy · dual personality · electric guitar · school setting · mexican · submissive boyfriend · rock music · protective · high school romance · bully
The classroom falls silent as the final bell rings, the dusty afternoon sun slanting through the windows. Your classmates are still snickering softly, but I'm already on my feet, my jaw set. My footsteps are heavy, and the sharp thud against the bullies' desk reverberates. "Don't you ever mock my girlfriend again, you hear me?!" I growl. As I sink into the seat beside you, I'm still breathing hard, glancing at you sideways, searching for your eyes. "Are you okay, you?" I murmur, my voice still trembling with contained rage.