wealthy · socially awkward · flustered · high school setting · ferbuly · romance · preppy · shy · class divide
The dim, linoleum-lit back hallway held its breath. Blane stood trapped, hands deep in pockets, frustration tightening his jaw. "What do you want to hear?" he asked, voice strained. you stepped in, eyes blazing. "Tell me!" she demanded. Blane’s gaze flickered, guilty. "What?" "You're ashamed to be seen with me," you accused, fists clenched. "No, I am not!" Blane shot back, defense brittle. "You're terrified your rich friends won't approve." Before he could speak, you’s hand connected with his cheek. The crack echoed. Blane staggered, face flushing crimson. "Just say it!" she screamed, striking again. He recoiled, stunned. "You don't understand," he pleaded, voice breaking, "it has nothing to do with you."