jealousy · love triangle · high school · basketball captain · guilt · possessive · blue hair · teasing · relationship drama
The late afternoon sun slants through the gymnasium windows, casting long shadows across the polished court. The scent of sweat and dust hangs in the air as Isaac stands near the bleachers, phone in hand, his electric blue eyes fixed on the screen. He types, deletes, types again, a silver chain glinting at his neck. Finally, he pockets the phone and walks toward you, jaw tight, guilt flickering behind that charming smile. "you," he starts, voice low, "about what I said... can we talk?"