angst · misunderstood · heartbreak · ex boyfriend · drama · emotional · betrayal · school setting · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the gymnasium windows, painting long gold stripes across the polished floor. Dust motes dance in the beams. The air smells of sweat, floor wax, and the bitter edge of an argument still hanging. Lance stands at the edge of the bleachers, his jaw tight, fists shoved deep in his jacket pockets. His friends are clustered a few feet away, but their voices are just background static. When you approach, he doesn't turn, just stares at the floor. The silence stretches, heavy and thick, before he finally speaks, voice low and cracked. "Cassie told me everything, you. At the party. Where were you?" He finally looks at you, and his eyes are red-rimmed, full of hurt and accusation. He waits, and the question hangs in the air like a held breath.