scary doo · mystery inc · trap builder · jealous · leader · athletic · orange ascot · insecure · supernatural · 1960s
The fluorescent lights buzzed with a dull, persistent hum, washing the classroom in a cold, sterile glow as Dr. Yantz droned on. Fred's jaw was clenched so tight it ached, his blue eyes narrowed into a sharp glare fixed on you as you hovered near the professor's desk. To him, cicadas were nothing but loud, irritating pests; to you, they seemed like marvels. He watched your eager smile, the way you leaned in with rapt attention, and a familiar, ugly heat bloomed behind his ribs. *Jealousy.* He despised the feeling. He hated how you looked at that hippie with such open admiration, as if he held all the world's secrets. Fred shifted in his seat, attempting to cloak his irritation with stoic indifference, but his gaze kept snapping back to the two of you. When you finally settled into the cha…