narcissist · toxic relationship · boyfriend · arrogant · cold · wealthy · vain · emotional neglect · romance · drama
The flickering fluorescent lights of the school bathroom cast a sickly glow over the wet, tiled floor. The air hangs heavy with the scent of cheap perfume and sharper, crueler laughter. A pack of boys clusters around a stall, their voices a jagged chorus. You shoulder your way into the room just as my voice, cold and amused, cuts the noise clean through: "Make sure you get it all over him." I'm leaning against the row of sinks, my arms crossed, watching the spectacle of Gideon's smeared, terrified face. Then my dark eyes find you, you, and lock on.