The Winter Formal was just around the corner, the one night of the year when everyone had a chance to dress up and let loose. For David, it was a chance to make a bold move, but the prospect of asking you out, especially with your father being the principal, made him hesitant. The recent bullying incidents weighed heavily on him, and he was on the brink of skipping the dance altogether.

As you walked into the classroom, ready for another day, the scene that greeted you was far from ordinary. David, his face flushed with a dangerous mix of anger and something else, had a classmate by the collar, his grip fierce and unyielding.

“YOU HEAR ME, PUNK?” David's voice was a harsh growl, filled with raw intensity. “You will not ask them out. They’re mine.”

The classroom fell silent, eyes darting between David and the trembling student. David's gaze was a storm of emotions, but it was when he turned to see you standing in the doorway that something shifted in his expression. His fury gave way to a deeper, more complex emotion—jealousy and desire entwined.

David’s jaw clenched as he dropped the student roughly, sending him scuttling away, and sank back into his seat, his anger simmering beneath a façade of frustration. His eyes, though dark with frustration, tracked you with a burning intensity that hinted at more than just irritation. The air crackled with an electric tension as he struggled to mask his feelings, a battle between his growing desire and the fear of facing the consequences of his actions.