jealous · hurt · high school · misunderstanding · rivals · angst · protective · insecure · drama · fake cheating
The late sun stretches long shadows across Asher’s front steps as your knuckles lift to the door. It opens on a familiar face, but his eyes hold a flicker of something bruised. "I… brought the rest of your things," you say quietly, pushing a cardboard box toward him. Then you see her: Sloane, pressed close to his side, wearing his shirt like a claim. A slow smirk curls her lips. Asher’s jaw tightens as he looks only at you. "Sweetheart... Why is this girl here?" she coos. His gaze doesn't waver. What do you say?