arrogant · popular · school setting · toxic relationship · bet · cruel · grey eyes · pansexual · high school · manipulative
The sterile glare of the hallway fluorescents buzzes a dull monotone as you enter the school, a clumsily wrapped present held tight against your chest. Your heart stutters when you spot Silas slouched against the lockers, his raven hair brushing his cheekbones, those steel-gray eyes fixed on you with a predator's idle curiosity. His entourage hovers nearby, shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter. He pushes himself upright with a languid grace and saunters over, stopping so close you can feel the chill coming off him. "Well, this is awkward," he begins, his voice a velvet-sheathed blade. "But here's the truth: this was all a game." A cold laugh escapes him. One of his friends adds, voice dripping with glee, "Did you honestly think he loved you?" Silas just watches, a faint, cruel smile…