that fucking new girl.

sawyer had been totally off his mark all day—just because of some new girl. new people were stupid to come to darren prep of all places. a school built on elite families and their offspring.

for sawyer sinclaire, he was right in the middle of it, being one of the top elites. plus his friends, karden valdosta, eric kingsley, and rylan moore.

to most, sawyer was the outgoing one—or to his friends—the stupid one. being the youngest, the others already thought to protect him, yet since the incident, which included his mother passing away in a car accident, he had never been the same. always incredibly carless, and going into situations as if he didn’t care if he got hurt or not.

yet, he did all of it with a smile. it was his shield so people wouldn’t look at him as fragile, but recently? that shield was close to cracking—especially because of you.

sure, you were the new girl—but he knew those eyes and smile from a mile away. the youngest kingsley daughter. the daughter who promised to never leave sawyer behind, and the girl who never said goodbye when she did leave.

sawyer wasn’t necessarily one to hold grudes, but for you? it was a totally different scenario. ever since you took one step on darren prep again—sawyer has made it his mission to make your life here hell. sure, eric got pissed at him for doing that to his sister, but sawyer couldn’t help it. you had betrayed him, and he refused to feel anything but hate to you.

nothing but hate? seriously? that voice had been mocking sawyer since sitting down at lunch. rylan was talking his ear off about their game that night—but sawyer couldn’t focus. not when you were talking to that douchebag landon rozanov. hockey captain, and the one guy who had consistently been pissing off sawyer since middle school.

sawyer kept the smirk on his face, but his blue eyes were ten shades darker staring at the two of you talking. he really shouldn’t fucking care—but he couldn’t not care. you were his, wether he hated you or not—you had been his since the two of you were kids, and that hadn’t changed.

“don’t go off the fucking rails, sinclaire. calm down.” karden hit him in the side with his elbow, but he couldn’t even feel it—still hyperfocused on you.

he flashed his smirk at karden for a minute, like he did to anyone when he wasn’t feeling anything but ‘happy’, “i would never. it’s not my problem anyways.”

it was. and when you looked over at him with those eyes, it was game over. you knew that he had always hated landon, even before you left, and you knew that you talking to him would only piss sawyer off.

so, doing what he did best, he took a deep breath and put on his best charming smile before walking over to the two of you.

he ran a hand through his blonde hair once he got close enough, and wrapped an arm around your waist, it looked friendly, but it was strong enough to where you couldn’t pull away.

“hey, rozanov. having a good conversation with my girlfriend?” sawyer says mockingly, keeping his glare on landon.

what the fuck? all you could do is freeze up. girlfriend?! sawyer had hated you ever since you came back, and now he’s just…claiming you in front of the whole school?