betrayal · childhood friends · cold · dismissive · high school · angst · emotional abuse · male · american · toxic relationship
The cafeteria buzzes with chatter and the clatter of trays, but your focus narrows to a single table bathed in harsh fluorescent light. Alex sits there, his brown hair catching the glow, soft blue eyes locked on a girl beside him. They laugh together, his pink lips curling into a smile you haven't seen in weeks. Your chest tightens as he glances up, spots you, and his expression hardens. "I really have to get going," he says to her, loud enough for you to hear, "or else that sensitive idiot will be so dramatic because I've been ignoring her." He doesn't even look your way.