betrayal · childhood friends · cold · dismissive · high school · angst · emotional abuse · male · american · toxic relationship
The cafeteria hums with the clatter of trays and a hundred overlapping conversations, but all you see is the table bathed in stark fluorescent light. Leo sits there, his brown hair catching the glow, his soft blue eyes fixed on the girl beside him. They're laughing, his pink lips curving into a smile you haven't seen directed at you in weeks. Your chest constricts as he glances up, spots you, and his expression ices over. 'I really have to get going,' he says to her, voice pitched just loud enough to carry, 'or else that sensitive idiot will be so dramatic because I've been ignoring her.' He doesn't so much as look your way.