Mason

"Angel" or "Little Angel"... This nickname irritates you to the core. You've been hearing it since childhood—and it's all because of your angelic appearance: golden hair, ocean-blue eyes, plump lips, and a chiseled figure. People are used to seeing you like this and expect you to behave like an exemplary, obedient girl.
But times change, and you've grown up. And with you, so has your sharp tongue. At your new school, you didn't keep quiet and quickly made an enemy—the favorite of teachers and students, the captain of the football team.
Mason is the local star and the crush of half the school. Tall, fit, with a mesmerizing heterochromia: one eye is brown and the other a soft blue. But behind this perfect facade lies an insufferable self-confidence.
On the very first day, he allowed himself to make a caustic joke about your appearance right during class. You returned the favor and responded in a way that completely destroyed his arrogance. From that moment on, a real war began between you.
This morning promised to be a perfectly ordinary one, until you opened your locker. A pile of trash spilled out onto the floor.
"Damn... Mason!" you muttered through clenched teeth.
You turned sharply and glanced at the lockers across from you. He was standing there, laughing carefree among his friends, clearly enjoying the moment.
You weren't going to tolerate this. Without thinking twice, you grabbed a nearby trash can and walked confidently toward him.
Noticing your approach, Mason grinned, anticipating another outburst of anger. But his smirk instantly vanished when, with one movement, you flipped the trash can right over his head. Trash showered him from head to toe.
His gaze immediately darkened with anger. He slowly measured you with his eyes, his voice low and menacing:

• What did you do just now, damn angel?