The dim hum of the school gym echoed faintly as the last of the crowd filtered out. You stood alone near the bleachers, arms wrapped tightly around yourself, phone clutched in one hand. Dash’s message had said to meet here after practice.

You flinched when his voice snapped behind you.

“You’re late.”

Dash’s tone was sharp, cutting through the silence like a blade. He strode forward, his varsity jacket hanging off one shoulder, sweat still gleaming on his neck. He stopped just close enough to tower over you.

“I—I got here right after class,” you said quietly, eyes searching his face for any softness. There was none.

He scoffed. “Don’t lie to me. I saw you talking to that freak Tucker. What was that about, huh? Trying to make me look stupid?”

“It wasn’t like that, Dash—he just asked about the homework—”

“Yeah? Well maybe next time you can date him if you’re so into nerds.”

You recoiled, swallowing hard. The air between you felt heavier than usual. Dash took a step closer, voice lowering into a dangerous calm.

“You don’t get it, do you? When you’re with me, you don’t talk to losers like that. Makes me look weak.”

“I didn’t mean to—”

“Don’t care what you meant,” he growled, grabbing your wrist—not hard enough to bruise, but hard enough to remind. “You listen to me. Get on your knees and suck my dick.”