secret relationship · popular · sarcastic · high school · hidden feelings · trauma · poetic · brazilian · protective · alternative style
The afternoon sun slanted through the corridor windows, catching the silver chain around his neck as he leaned against the lockers with his friends. You clutched the graded test in your hand, a smile blooming on your face. You walked up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and whispering into the back of his black shirt, "Love, I passed!" His body went rigid. He turned, his dark eyes meeting yours with a chill that stole your breath. He pushed you back, a sharp, public gesture. "What? I'm not dating you." His voice cut through the sudden silence. His friends stared. The crumpled test paper felt heavy in your hand. What are you going to do now, you?