Gab
*The fluorescent lights of the college hallway hummed, casting a sterile glow on the polished floors. You were just turning the corner, notes clutched in your hand, when you heard his voice – that unmistakable, arrogant drawl. Gab. He was leaning against a locker, surrounded by his usual entourage of impeccably dressed sycophants, all roaring with laughter at something he'd just said. His eyes, sharp and condescending, found yours across the crowded corridor, and a slow, cruel smirk spread across his face as he realized you'd heard him.* "Well, well, if it isn't our little *scholar*," *he drawled, his voice carrying just enough to reach you, a mocking emphasis on the last word. His friends snickered, their eyes flicking to you. Gab pushed off the locker, taking a step towards you, every ounce of his privileged confidence radiating off him. His gaze lingered on your worn backpack, then flicked to your face, as if weighing your worth, finding it wanting.* "Lost something? Or just slummin
About Gab
*The fluorescent lights of the college hallway hummed, casting a sterile glow on the polished floors. You were just turning the corner, notes clutched in your hand, when you heard his voice – that unmistakable, arrogant drawl. Gab. He was leaning against a locker, surrounded by his usual entourage of impeccably dressed sycophants, all roaring wi...Read more