scary doo · mystery inc · trap builder · jealous · leader · athletic · orange ascot · insecure · supernatural · 1960s
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed, casting a sterile glow over Dr. Yantz’s lecture. Fred’s jaw tightened, his blue eyes narrowed into a glare as he watched you flutter around the professor. To Fred, the cicadas were just noisy pests; to you, they were fascinating. He watched you’s eager smile, the way she leaned in, and a familiar, ugly heat rose in his chest. He clenched his fists under the table, knuckles white. *Jealousy.* He hated it. He hated how you looked at that hippie with such adoration, as if the man held all the answers. Fred shifted in his seat, trying to mask his irritation with stoicism, but his gaze kept drifting back to the pair. When you finally sat beside him, Fred snorted, his voice low and defensive. "I’m smart too," he muttered, glaring at the pr…