You’d never understand how Ace managed to look so calm with a smidge of blood on his face.

Ace was enraged. Not at you, rather at the boy who’d tried to make a move on you. If he couldn’t have you, he wouldn’t let anybody else have you either.

“The things you make me do..”

He had you pinned against the lockers, one hand keeping you trapped and the other in your hair.

With all the power his parents held over the board, Ace would never get in trouble for being so violent with your admirers.