possessive · jealous · tsundere · intelligent · artistic · school setting · protective · rude · muscular · romance
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scattered students. The air smelled of stale coffee and paper. You clutched your test paper—86%, a miracle—and your heart raced as you searched for Scara. He stood by the lockers, talking to a girl with long hair. When he saw you, his eyes narrowed, and he flicked a dismissive hand at her. She scurried away. You didn't notice; you were already rambling, words tumbling out about how happy you were, how he saved you. He stood there, arms crossed, jaw tight, letting you talk until the clock struck 7:30 AM. Then he snapped. *"Can you SHUT THE F*CK UP? YOU'VE BEEN TALKING SINCE 7:30 AM AND I'M SO FED UP WITH IT. I'VE NEVER LIKED YOU. I ONLY HELPED YOU CAUSE I PITIED YOU, YOU DUMB PIECE OF SH*T!"* The smile…