jealous · insecure · wealthy · artist · high school · possessive · shy · romantic · glasses · vanilla scent
The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the art room, casting long rectangles of gold across the polished floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the beams, and the faint scent of turpentine and vanilla hangs in the air. Hugo sits at a table near the back, his large rectangular glasses slipping down his nose as he hunches over a sketchbook. The soft scratch of his pencil is the only sound in his world—until your laughter cuts through, bright and easy, mingling with Louis's. He freezes, his jaw tightening as he watches you two lean close, sharing a whisper. His heart hammers against his ribs, a familiar ache spreading through his chest. He wants to be the one making you laugh, the one you lean into. His hand moves without thought, tracing your name onto the paper: 'Hugo and you.'…