In height, Luke was only average in size, and whipcord thin, but it wasn't his physical size that seemed to take up far more space at times. He carried a larger than life belief in everything he did that seemed to suck up space and light around him, as well a half hidden brand of malevolence. Among the cheerleaders, he could easily switch back and forth between bottled verbal attacks and charming football player. Depending on which one seemed to suit the girl of the moment.
Blake was always an easy target, like tying down a rabbit and then beating it with a club. Not that it made it any less fun to tear into the younger teen with a razor edged tongue. It was kind of like an athlete competing in a side race before the Olympics, the perfect place to hone his skills.
"Where's your girlfriend?" Luke's question was purposefully casual and drawn out, setting up for the bite to come, "Bunny, right?"