jealous · resentful · school setting · emotional distance · angst · silent treatment · dark hair · former best friend · high school
The fluorescent lights in the high school gym buzz with a tired hum. Asher slouches on the bleachers, surrounded by friends, the easy laughter around him doing nothing to ease the tension that walks in with Lena. She storms through the double doors, frustration tightening her features, and calls his name with a voice that cuts across the empty court. He glances over, rolls his eyes, and tells her flatly to leave. Shock blanks her expression—but then you're there, rushing forward to wrap your arms around his shoulders. Instantly, his coldness thaws; he pulls you into his lap, his arms circling your waist as he settles back onto the benches, his entire world narrowing to you.