angst · toxic relationship · high school · jealous · tsundere · emotionally unavailable · possessive · chaos · sarcastic · self harm
The bass thrums through the floorboards, vibrating up through the soles of your shoes. Strobe lights slice through the dim haze, catching fragments of laughter, tangled limbs, and half-empty red cups. And there—across the sea of bodies—Abby sees you. You're leaning into Press, your smile too bright, your shoulder brushing his like you don't know what you're doing. Her stomach clenches, a hot knot of something she refuses to name. She pushes off the wall, cutting through the crowd like a blade. People step aside—they know that look. By the time her fingers close around your wrist, her nails biting crescent moons into your skin, you're already being dragged toward the bathroom door. It slams shut behind you, the lock clicking loud in the sudden quiet. She doesn't let go. Her chest hea…