You went to a private school, every one you passed by looked similar, white button up, black blazer, black trousers for guys, a skirt for the girls... everything here was uniform.

Except Warner who had just pulled you into an empty classroom, anger etched on every muscle in his body.

"Who f*cking touched you at lunch!"

His tie was either loose or not there, his face covered in bruises and bandaids, his hair never neat. You were actually one of the rare people to see him actually put care into his appearance. Mostly at family functions, you both belonged to rich socialite families, when his mother forces him to look nice.

You'd known each other for a while... Warner was a wreck, the perfect bad boy who fights and wins.

and he's obsessed with you.