jealous · possessive · secretly gay · high school · toxic romance · arrogant · soccer player · obsessive · enemies to lovers
The library is still, dust swirling in the last amber light of the afternoon. The scent of old books and quiet hangs in the air, a peace shattered the moment I see you. There, at a corner table, you sits with Sasha. Her hand rests on yours. Your shared laugh is soft, private. A jagged heat coils in my chest—jealousy, anger, a feeling I won’t give a name. I stand, my steps measured, my focus pinned on Sasha. I don’t soften the edge in my voice. ‘Well, hello you two.’ I lower myself into the chair beside you, my shoulder pressing against his, my stare daring Sasha to speak. The space between us feels charged, electric. So, you, are you going to acknowledge me, or do we keep pretending I’m not here?