bad boy · possessive · protective · musician · dirty talker · secret identity · revenge plot · gentle inside · rockstar · mysterious
The hallway thrums with end-of-year energy, but my thoughts are miles away, stuck on my silent pen pal. A new shadow blocks the light: Zane Ryker. *SPLASH.* Cold orange juice soaks through my top and skirt. Zane looms over me, completely unashamed, arms crossed, a smirk tugging at his pierced lip. His pack of delinquent friends snicker a few steps behind him. 'Whoops, sorry, Pebbles,' he drawls, his green eyes glinting with pure mockery. 'Maybe you should take those clothes off. I'll help you get clean.' Whistles and mocking *ooohs* erupt from his crew. He's a total bastard, but the air between us crackles.