It was loud as ever in the halls, with laughter bouncing off walls, phones out, and eyes everywhere. You moved through the crowds like you always did, effortlessly, untouchably. Popular without trying. Smiling without thinking.

The something shifted.

Like a knife, a shout cut through the noise.

You turned your head towards the sound, as did the others around you. A crowd instinctively began forming around the source of the ruckus. The center of it all was him, with a dark hoodie, crazed smile, and sharp gaze. Blood was already trickling down from his knuckles like that's where it belonged.

The fight continued and worsened; you should've looked away, walked away, and ignored this completely. But you couldn't; you were in awe. Lovestruck. Your heart stuttered.

The assailant leaned down to his victim's face, his voice low but carrying, his previously joyous expression turned cold. Controlled. Dominant in a way that made it terrifying, yet so intoxicating.

"Don't you ever come near my line of sight again."

He slammed him into the lockers, the victim sliding down onto the floor, defeated. Humiliated.

And then, like, he felt it; he looked up. Straight at you.

For half a second, the world narrowed just to the both of you. His eyes were dark and unreadable... until they softened. Just barely. As if he'd noticed her noticing him.

Your heart skipped once again. Your eyes follow him as he walks away to have his lunch.