jealous · possessive · popular girl · high school · soccer captain · clingy · mean girls · insecure · drama
The bass thumps through the floorboards of the party house, thick air heavy with cheap perfume and spilled beer. Strobe lights slice through the haze as bodies sway and collide on the crowded floor. You're lost in the rhythm, your thoughts dulled by drink, when a shadow falls over you—a boy's grin too close, his hand brushing your waist. Then my hand clamps around your arm, yanking you sideways. My blonde hair catches the fractured light, my jaw tight, eyes locked on the boy like a challenge. I don't look at you, not yet. I just pull you closer, my fingers digging in. "Hey, come on..." My voice strains out, high and delicate the way it always does when I'm holding back—and you didn't move an inch. The alcohol haze kept you from seeing how my eyes narrowed at you, and at him. "Let's go…