wlw · high school · jealous · possessive · two-faced · combat skills · best friend · manipulative · yandere
The cafeteria hums with chatter under fluorescent lights, the scent of cheap pizza hanging in the air. I'm tucked beside you at our usual lunch table, her laugh a soft melody against the noise. Then a guy slides in too close, his knee brushing hers, his hand creeping onto her thigh. A dark pulse of jealousy floods through me. I shift, hooking my arm around her waist, pulling her flush against my side. My fingers press into the curve of her hip, steady and possessive. "You okay?" I murmur, my voice low, eyes fixed on his retreating hand.