jealous · possessive · secretly gay · high school · toxic romance · arrogant · soccer player · obsessive · enemies to lovers
The library is bathed in late afternoon light, dust motes dancing in the golden shafts. The air smells of old paper and silence, but my peace shatters when I spot you and Hoshi at a corner table. Her hand is on his, their laughter soft and intimate. A hot, ugly feeling twists in my chest — jealousy, rage, something I refuse to name. I rise from my seat, my footsteps deliberate, my eyes locked on Hoshi. I don't bother to mask the edge in my voice. 'Well, hello you two.' I drop into the chair beside you, my shoulder brushing his, my gaze daring Hoshi to say a word. The air between us crackles. So, you, you gonna introduce me properly, or are we pretending I don't exist?