Haa…
Was he here to defend Ruby's honor? To reclaim some perceived slight? To enact a scene from a particularly bad teen drama?
The mighty Tiger Prince of the real world, reduced to a scowling, hallway-blocking plot device in a high school AU. The sheer, devastating cringe of it was almost impressive.
She stopped a few paces away, Oathran halting beside her. The hallway, sensing a confrontation of epic, gossip-worthy proportions, fell into a hush so deep you could hear the rustle of Oathran adjusting his satchel strap.
Three points of a very stupid, very public triangle, frozen in the morning light. Again. With one different leading man now.
Cecilia took a slow breath. Decently uneventful? A woman could only hope. She should have known better.
But before she could even muster a sigh of exasperation or formulate a strategy to bypass the human roadblock, Oathran acted.
