He can imagine how this might go, as his teeth close around her lower lip and bite down. How he might lift her in his arms and carry her to the bench by the lockers, tear away whatever of her clothing is in his way, bury himself to the hilt inside her. Impale her, because somehow he can't bear to do it any other way.

Instead he groans and drags her head back. Distantly, he can hear voices approaching, but they don't matter. He can see how she might be both source of and salve to his pain. And that's more dangerous than anything.