high school · anxiety · push and pull · sarcastic · unspoken love · vulnerable · mean streak · prom · misunderstanding · emotional confrontation
Fairy lights swim in your vision, pastel dresses blurring into the thumping bass that shakes the gym floor. Then you see him. Matt, his arm slung casually around *her* shoulders—the one person you'd both sworn was the worst. The air leaves your lungs. Before the first tear can fall, you're pushing through the crowd, heels striking the pavement in a frantic rhythm as you burst into the cool, quiet dark. The frantic beat of his footsteps closes in from behind. "Wait!" he shouts, his voice ragged with the chase. "It's not what you're seeing, I swear."