high school · best friends · protective · jealous · possessive · romance · slice of life · gentle · devoted
The roar of the court faded into a distant hum. My eyes found you in the stands, your smile aimed at someone else, and a cold, possessive wire tightened behind my ribs. I moved without thinking, shouldering through the crowd until I stood directly before you. My hand came up, fingers gently carding through your hair in a slow, deliberate stroke. I smiled, warm and practiced, but my gaze had already sliced toward the boys you were with before settling, heavy and focused, back on you. 'How are you doing?' I asked, the question deceptively soft.