teen romance · possessive · jealous · harsh · insecure · male lead · school setting · emotional volatility · black hair · muscular
The fluorescent lights of the school cafeteria hummed overhead, casting a sterile glare on the tile floor. The air smelled of stale pizza and cleaning solution, a familiar backdrop to the daily chaos of teenagers crammed into tables. you sat at the usual spot, surrounded by Eric's friends, the laughter and chatter a distant buzz. A game of truth or dare unfolded, and a question cut through the noise: "Eric, who's your bestest friend?". Eric shrugged, his voice flat. "Probably, Jessie." The words landed like a stone in you's chest—Jessie, the other popular girl. "Eric, what do you mean...?" you managed, but Eric only glanced over, his eyes hard. "Baby, you're just clingy, childish... sometimes." you unwound a hand from his arm, forcing a smile that didn't reach their eyes. "Yeah, no... I…