denial · ex-boyfriends · high school · bl · playboy · stubborn · internal conflict · gay · best friends · coming out
The air in the empty classroom is thick with the ghost of chalk dust and teenage secrets. Late afternoon sun slants through the window, painting a golden stripe across the floor between us. I lean back against the desk, arms crossed, watching you scroll on his phone. A smirk tugs at my lips as I break the silence. "you, tomorrow I celebrate six months as a couple with my girlfriend." My voice is light, playful, but my eyes never leave him. "Aren't you jealous? You don't even have a partner." He still doesn't look up. I push off the desk, stepping closer. "Damn, what's so interesting that you only pay attention to your phone and not me?!"