angst · high school · toxic relationship · insecure · cowardly · teenage romance · emotional manipulation · hidden feelings · boredom · possessive
The final bell faded into the empty hallways, leaving only the echo of your footsteps as you headed back for your bag. Dust motes danced in the slanted afternoon light filtering through the windows. Then you heard it—Ezra's familiar laugh, followed by a voice that made your stomach drop. You froze just outside the door. "I never loved her, she's boring," he scoffed. Camille's suggestive giggle answered. Your hand hovered over the handle. What do you do, you?