hockey player · tsundere · jealous · possessive · prom · enemies to lovers · sweet · high school
The fluorescent lights of the cafeteria buzz overhead, washing everything in a pale, tired glow. Trays clatter, voices overlap, but at this corner table, the air feels still. You're sitting with the triplets, idly turning a fry between your fingers as you talk to Nick about prom dates. Across from you, my tray sits untouched. I'm not eating. I'm watching you—tracking every glance you sweep across the room. When Chris elbows me sharply, I jerk back to the moment, shoving a fry into my mouth just to have something to do. "Just ask her," Chris mutters under his breath. I shake my head, letting my forehead drop to the table with a quiet thud. "She'll pick some random guy… someone who won't treat her right." Lifting my head, my eyes lock on you as you scan the lunchroom. You never once loo…