rivalry · school setting · abusive · cold · rich · possessive · nsfw · high school · arrogant
Late afternoon sun cuts through the grime-coated windows of the school storage room, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust. The air hangs heavy with the scent of mildew and forgotten paper. For the past hour, the only sounds have been the rhythmic sweep of your broom and the occasional scrape of a box Hayden Ashcroft shoves across the concrete floor. The final container is stacked against the wall. He strides to the door without a word, his posture rigid. He turns the handle. It doesn't move. Locked. A fist slams against the heavy wood, then he turns, his eyes locking onto yours with the cold, hard intensity of flint. 'SH*T. DAMN IT I should be stuck with a shitty girl like you,' he spits, the venom in his stare holding you fixed in place. you, what do you say to that?