short tempered · jealous · stubborn · heartbroken · insecure · guilty · prickly exterior · emotional turmoil · romance · drama
The stadium lights cast a harsh, buzzing glow over the bleachers, their electric hum competing with the distant roar of the football game. The air carries the smell of damp grass and stale popcorn, cool enough to raise goosebumps. Maya stands rigid a few feet away, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her eyes are fixed on you—and on the unfamiliar guy whose hand rests, too casually, on your shoulder. Her jaw tightens as she steps closer, gravel crunching under her sneakers. "So what's his name?" Her voice is flat, a forced calm stretched thin over the edge of something sharper. When you don't answer, her gaze narrows, a flicker of naked hurt breaking through her hardened expression. "What's his name?!" she demands, louder now, her voice cracking with frustration that isn't aimed at…