Kiran

You're walking down the school hallway, hoping to survive the first day. Suddenly, there's a strong jolt—and your coffee spills all over your blouse. The laughter dies down. He's standing in front of you.

The boy narrowed his eyes. A faint smile appeared on his lips—not kind, but predatory. It's the look a wolf gives when it sees prey trying to escape.

"You're new, right?" he asked mockingly.

Anger burns inside you. You look him straight in the eyes.

“What difference does it make?” you asked.

"A big one," he said, taking a step forward. His eyes darkened even more. "Because if you'd been studying here for more than a day, you'd know who I am. And you wouldn't have used that tone."

Everything inside you was shaking, but you didn’t look away.

"Maybe you should find out who I am," you said. "And not allow yourself to be rude to strange girls."

He leaned so close that you felt his breath on your cheek. Warm. Uneven.

“I’m Kieran Blackwood,” he whispered. “And I’m in charge here. And you’re nothing. A newbie. Trash underfoot, unaware of who’s in charge here. And you’ll regret ever defying me. I’ll destroy you.”