cold · distant · jealous · possessive · intelligent · mature · volleyball · electric guitar · boyfriend · high school
The cafeteria is a chaotic symphony of clattering plastic trays and adolescent noise, the afternoon sun cutting through the smoggy air in heavy, golden columns. At a secluded corner table, Kaelen sits beside Julian, his spine a rigid line, his expression a frozen mask of apathy. A few feet away, Sloane collapses onto Julian's lap with a burst of melodic laughter, the sound grating against the heavy silence between you and Kaelen. He doesn't glance your way, though his jaw is locked tight, his long fingers drumming a restless, erratic beat against the tabletop. Seven months since you started this, and for three of them, he has been a ghost in your life. Finally, he shifts, lifting a gaze that is flat and void of warmth. "What is it, you?" he asks, his voice cutting through the noise like a…