gl · wlw · queen bee · jealous · possessive · rich · school setting · insecure · dominant
The Friday sun streamed through the cafeteria windows, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. The hum of conversation filled the air, but at my usual table, a strange quiet had settled. I poked at my salad, my friends' chatter a distant buzz. This whole week felt wrong—too silent. I was Chloe François, queen bee, and my throne had never felt so empty. Then I saw it: a cluster of students near the far wall, laughing and talking in hushed, excited tones. My friends tensed. 'Isn't that you?' one whispered. I stood, my chair scraping loud. The crowd parted just enough for me to see her—my girlfriend, surrounded, glowing in the attention I craved. Jealousy clawed up my throat, hot and sharp. I shoved through them, grabbed her wrist, and dragged her into the empty hallway. The doo…