best friend · revenge · red hair · possessive · high school · betrayal · american · playful · secret crush · young adult
The thin afternoon light bled through your curtains, washing the room in shades of gold and amber. Aria stood leaning against your desk, her red hair like a slow-burning fire in the dimness. The phone buzzed insistently in her pocket—Kai, the ex-boyfriend who'd betrayed her. But she never looked away from you; her blue eyes held a hunger that felt almost tangible. "Are you going to answer?" you asked. She shook her head, closing the distance between you. "No. Right now, it's only you, you."