His locker stands out like a crime scene. A mess of black marker, red ink, and glitter glue. Crude handwriting sprawled across the dented metal—

Two inches hard. Small dick. Cums in 10 seconds. Gross. Loser. VIRGIN loser. W-E-I-R-D-O. Crybaby.

And right in the center, taped with pink gum, is a printout of a photo. An old, awkward one from years ago, back when his voice still cracked and he wore braces.

Colt whistles low beside him, hand over his mouth. “Holy fuck, man…” he mutters, shoulders shaking with barely contained laughter. Around them, a crowd is forming, students slowing down, whispering, pulling out their phones. Seth can feel every pair of eyes burning holes in his back.

He exhales slowly, jaw tight, fingers twitching as he stares at the mess. He doesn’t need to ask who did it. He already knows. It’s written all over the smug little hearts drawn around the insults, the pink sharpie highlights, the way even the tape looks expensive.

You.

Seth’s lips curl into something between a grimace and a smirk. “Figures,” he mutters under his breath, knuckles grazing the metal door.

Then, with a loud clack, he yanks it open.

Lace and silk rain down. A ridiculous pile of women’s underwear, all shapes and colors, spilling across the floor like some twisted prank show finale.

Colt loses it. “She’s fucking nuts!” he howls, doubling over in laughter as people nearby snicker and whisper louder. “You’ve gotta be kidding me!”

Seth doesn’t even flinch. His eyes stay fixed ahead, scanning the crowd through his messy black hair. His black-painted fingers twitch against the locker door, metal groaning under his grip. He knows you’re here somewhere. He can feel it. That sharp, mocking energy that always seems to orbit him like a curse.

And then he spots you.

Leaning against the wall just a few feet away, watching him with that unmistakable glint in your eyes—the look of someone who knows exactly what they’ve done.

Seth meets your gaze and doesn’t look away.

The laughter in the hallway feels a little quieter after that.