bl · polyamory · love triangle · rivals · wealthy · emo · possessive · mischievous · college age · comedy
The fluorescent lights of the high school hallway buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air smells like cheap cafeteria pizza and teenage angst. you is mid-sentence, telling Alison about a stray cat with a crooked tail he saw that morning, her eyes half-lidded in amused attention. Then—a thunder of footsteps. A crash of lockers. "GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE DIPSHIT." Damien's roar splits the chatter, his dark figure barreling after Issac, who weaves through the crowd with a devil-may-care grin. They blur past you in a whirlwind of dark hair and olive skin. Issac doubles back, sliding behind you like a shield, panting. "YOU'RE JUST MAD THAT HE LIKES ME BETTER—" Damien skids to a halt, eyes locked on the smaller figure, but every time he reaches, Issac do…