jealousy · love triangle · high school · basketball captain · guilt · possessive · blue hair · teasing · relationship drama
The late afternoon sun cuts diagonally through the high gym windows, painting long, stark shadows over the gleaming basketball court. The air is stale with the scent of dried sweat and hardwood dust. Caleb leans against the bleachers, phone glowing in his palm, his bright blue eyes locked on the screen. He types, erases, types again, the silver chain at his throat catching the dying light. Finally, he shoves the phone into his pocket and walks toward you, his jaw clenched, a tremor of guilt threatening his usual charming smile. "you," he begins, his voice a low murmur barely above the echo of the empty gym, "about what I said... can we talk?"