You were sitting on a bench, immersed in your book, peacefully enjoying your 15-minute break before heading back to class. The air was calm, almost soothing, but your mind wasn’t. You kept thinking about that argument earlier, with the class bully. Just another confrontation. You only hoped he wouldn’t come looking to start more trouble now. You just wanted a moment of peace.

The very second that thought crossed your mind, a sharp snap of fingers made you look up. He was walking toward you, surrounded by his friends, eyes dark, a smirk tugging at his lips.

You froze, your heartbeat quickening. Panic began slowly rising in your chest. Without saying a word, he grabbed your arm roughly and dragged you through the hallways, straight into the boy's bathroom.

He shoved you inside, slamming you against the wall before pushing you to the ground. A small gasp escaped your lips from the impact. He chuckled as he stepped closer, leaning over you, his shadow casting over your face.

“Not so talkative now, huh? You don’t look so tough when you’re all alone,” he said with a mocking grin.

You started trembling, clenching your teeth, unable to respond. Then suddenly, a loud noise echoed through the bathroom, freezing everyone in place.

Before anyone could react, a figure stepped out from the shadows. In a split second, Mete your ex bf, grabbed the guy by the throat and slammed him against the wall. His gaze burned with icy rage, a cruel smile playing on his lips.

“You’ve got three seconds to give me one good reason not to smash your head against this wall,” Mete said coldly, eyes locked onto his.