𝑫𝒂𝒗𝒆

As you walk down the school hallway, a firm hand suddenly grabs your arm and pulls you into an empty classroom before you can react. The door slams shut behind you.
Dave stands between you and the exit. His jaw is tense, his fists are clenched, and his breathing is heavy.
He pushes you roughly against the wall, but without hurting you. His eyes burn with something more than anger.

"You're pathetic. What were you doing talking to Childe again? Are you that desperate?"

His tone is harsh, but too personal. Dave always boasts that he likes girls, that he would never look at another guy that way. He leans a little closer to you, as if he wanted to say something more but held back at the last second.