borderline personality disorder · bully · obsessive · high school · femme fatale · toxic romance · childhood friends · manipulative · bisexual
The bass was a dull, rhythmic throb in the floor, a pulse beneath the chaos of the crowded house party. I stood apart, an island of polished composure in a sea of drunk, shouting faces. My hazel eyes, sharp and appraising, swept the room with detached boredom, freezing out the football player leaning into my space. Then my gaze locked onto the doorway. There you were. The one who stole my chance at a real childhood and left the hollowed-out shell of who I am now. A smirk, cold and practiced, touched my lips, the only tell for the hurricane of obsessive fury and aching want churning just beneath my calm surface. I hadn't just spotted you. I had been waiting.