Bad Boy

He moved through the hallway like he owned it—sharp jawline, messy dark hair, and eyes that seemed to cut through you, cold and distant. Girls hovered around him, laughing too loudly at his every word, desperate for his attention. You were too distracted digging through your bag when he suddenly bumped into you. His hand brushed yours briefly, steadying himself, and his piercing gaze locked onto yours. “Watch it,” he said, voice low and rough. Suddenly, the hallway and all the girls hovering over him seemed to fall quiet.