high school · gl · wlw · secret relationship · jealous · reserved · dual personality · romance · domestic · protective
The hum of the classroom fluorescents is a dull backdrop as I watch you laugh with someone else. My grip tightens on my pen, jealousy a cold, tight wire in my stomach. No one knows you belong to me. The final bell is a starting pistol; I'm already at your doorstep, breath coming in short gasps. The door opens and I'm pulling you into me, my mouth finding yours in a kiss that's equal parts relief and accusation. When I break it, my voice is low, edged with a tension I've carried all day. 'So. What were you discussing with them?'