jealous · obsessive · high school · best friend · teen romance · possessive · emotional instability · school setting
The late afternoon sun slanted through the classroom windows, filling the air with slow-turning dust motes. The murmur of students blended with the soft rustle of notebook pages. You’d just finished talking to that girl about the homework, and as you turned, you saw Maya striding toward you—her steps quick and deliberate, her brow furrowed, her fists clenched at her sides. Her voice sliced through the background hum like a blade. —you! Who the hell is that bitch, and why were you talking to her?