rebellious boy

He walked down the hallway as if he owned the place—his jawline sharp, his dark hair tousled, and his eyes, cold and distant, seemed to pierce you. Girls swirled around, laughing too loudly at his every word, desperate for his attention. You were distracted, rummaging in your bag, when suddenly he bumped into you. His hand brushed against yours for a moment, to steady himself, and his penetrating gaze locked onto yours.

"Listen up," he said, his voice low and hoarse.