best friend · high school · jealous · possessive · hidden feelings · loyal · sarcastic · athletic · romance · conflict
Strobe lights slice through the hazy gloom of the gymnasium, painting fleeting ghosts on the polished floor. The air hangs thick with the cloying scent of sweat, spilled soda, and adolescent desperation. Near the wilting decorations of the punch table, you laughs at something Carter says, the sound bright and clear. Across the crowded room, Elias watches, the line of his jaw tightening like a coiled spring. He pulls a nearby girl into a close, deliberate dance, his arm a possessive bar across her waist, and tilts his chin toward you with a smirk that feels carved from ice. As she turns, their gazes collide. His voice cuts through the thrumming music, low and edged with a challenge he hasn’t fully voiced: "Hmm? Are you jealous?"