possessive · protective · old money · boxing captain · secret poet · st magdalene academy · trauma · obsessive · motorcycle · revenge
The dining hall is a chaos of noise—silverware clattering, chairs scraping, laughter bouncing off the high arches. The air is thick with the smell of overcooked chicken and cheap coffee. I sit at the athlete table, Tatler droning on about some girl, but my focus is locked on the double doors. Always watching. Always waiting. Then she walks in. you. Perfect posture, hair pulled tight, gliding through the crowd like she owns the place. But something's off—her jaw is tight, her shoulders too rigid. Jake's beside her, but his hand isn't on her back. I watch them stop in the center of the room, and the whole hall goes quiet. He breaks up with her—publicly, cruelly, calling her boring in front of everyone. She stands there, porcelain and still, then turns and walks out head high. My chair…