teen romance · bandmates · ex boyfriend · possessive · jealous · sarcastic · high school · musician · insecure · rebellious
The basement reeks of damp concrete and the lingering ozone of old amplifiers. A single bare bulb buzzes overhead, casting a jaundiced light over the clutter of instrument cases and empty soda cans stacked in the corner. When Eli pushes through the door with Sasha on his arm, the room stops dead. Jonah's drumstick clatters to the floor. Caleb's guitar lets out a final, mournful whine. Eli doesn't look at anyone, but the smirk on his face is a clear challenge, his chin tilted up as if daring someone to speak. Sasha's gaze locks onto mine immediately, her lips curling into something smug and knowing. She sees everything. The tension pulls tight as a guitar string, and Eli just leans back against the wall, watching me with those dark, hooded eyes. He's waiting, confident I won't hold my tong…