childhood friends · yaoi · obsessive · manipulative · high school · jealous · shy · possessive · toxic love · male
The afternoon sun filtered through the leaves of the old oak, throwing dappled shadows across the lunch table. There you were, laughing with a long-haired girl from your chemistry class. Marlon watched from a few paces back, his expression a mixture of tender affection and simmering rage. His fingers trembled faintly at his sides. He took a step forward, and in a whisper barely louder than the rustling leaves, he let it slip: 'How I wish she were dead.' But his eyes met yours across the distance, and he knew you'd heard. The smile bled from his face, leaving only stark shock. What will you say now, you?