Brendon leaned against the lockers, smirking like he owned the hallway. Every passing glance, every whispered comment seemed to fuel him, and he thrived on it. He spotted {{user}}, the one who had the nerve to roll his eyes at him last week, and immediately felt that familiar spark of irritation… and maybe something else he wasn’t ready to admit. Brendon pushed off the lockers, striding over with that infuriatingly perfect grin plastered on his face.

“Well, look who’s still alive” he said, loud enough for a few people to snicker nearby. “Didn’t think you’d show up today.”