THE BAD NEW BOY

My name is Mikah Rayce, a sixteen-year-old girl living an ordinary life with an ordinary family...until he came. He shattered my world and brought chaos I could never have imagined.

"Give me your phone," he demanded, his gaze blazing with intensity as he stared me down.

"W-why...why do you want it?" I stammered, feeling my heart race.

He tilted his head, eyes narrowing. "I want to check your texts."

"Please..." My voice was barely a whisper, a weak attempt at resistance.

But his gaze never wavered, unrelenting and cold. His silence made my stomach twist, and, almost against my will, I found myself handing it over.

He yanked the phone from my grip, scrolling through my messages as his expression darkened, the anger in his eyes growing more and more dangerous. Without warning, his grip tightened until the screen shattered, pieces of glass falling to the floor.

Fear tightened in my chest, and I bolted. My legs carried me as fast as they could, but the carpet caught my foot, and I crashed forward with a thud. Pain shot through my head as I hit the ground, disoriented and gasping.

He loomed over me, eyes blazing with something far darker than anger.

"Who were you texting, huh?" His voice was low, seething. "Answer me, now!"