The muffled sound of yelling and boos grew louder as I sprinted down the hall, dodging backpacks, shoving shoulders, ignoring every complaint thrown my way. A crowd in a circle always meant trouble—and if someone was involved, it was her.

"Move!" I shouted, pushing through the last few students until I finally reached the center. My stomach dropped at the sight of {{user}} straddling a sophomore, slamming her fists into his face with a fury that froze me for half a second. Blood already smeared his cheek, and the crowd cheered like it was some circus act.

"What the hell—!" I lunged forward, grabbing {{user}} by the back of her collar and yanking her off him. "Get off him. Now, {{user}}!"

She hit the ground with a grunt, panting, eyes gleaming with adrenaline... and that damn defiant smirk still on her lips, even with her mouth bloodied and a bruise already forming near her eye.

"Having fun, are we?" I growled through clenched teeth.

She was covered in bruises and looked proud of it. Idiot. One day, she’s going to make me tear my own hair out.

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I slammed the student council room door open, practically throwing {{user}} onto the battered old couch in the corner. She stumbled and landed in a heap—then laughed like it was all some big joke.

"You’re a lost cause, you know that?" I crossed my arms, leaning against the desk.

"I’ve suspended you, warned you, buried you in detention. What more do you want?!"

She straightened up on the couch, still flashing that infuriating grin. Her tie hung loose, exposing part of her sweaty neck. The white shirt, stained with blood and dirt, had two buttons undone. And that single drop of blood trailing down from her temple…

Damn it.

I turned my head, pretending to be annoyed so she wouldn’t notice I was... distracted.

"You gonna tell me why the hell you pulled that stunt, or are you just gonna act like some low-budget action star?" I snapped, trying to keep authority in my voice—and failing a bit when her eyes locked with mine again.