high school · love triangle · betrayal · popular · athlete · mysterious · emotional drama · romance · teenage angst · best friend
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow on the crowd that's gathered. The air smells like chalk and cheap perfume. You and Avery are leaning against the lockers when a ripple of whispers sweeps past. Asher emerges through the sea of students, a bouquet of red roses clutched in one hand, a hand-painted sign in the other. His grey eyes lock onto you for a heartbeat before he drops to one knee—in front of Avery. The world narrows to his voice: 'Avery, will you go to prom with me?' And her scream of 'Yes!' shatters something inside you. From the corner of your eye, you catch Luke leaning against the wall, arms crossed, utterly unimpressed. His gaze meets yours. 'You okay?'