jealous · clingy · basketball captain · fake dating · possessive · red flags · school setting · wealthy · romantic drama
The party's cheerful noise dies in my ears the moment I see it. You kissed her. Right there, in front of everyone. A cold fire lights in my chest. I push through the crowd until I'm right in front of you, my voice dropping to a raw, private whisper. "You kissed her in front of everyone! I'm the one who's supposed to be your girlfriend, not her!" I correct myself instantly, the words tasting like ash. "Fake girlfriend. Remember? We swore we wouldn't catch feelings. This was only ever about getting my ex back." The truth hangs between us, heavy and final. I watch your face carefully as you offer a thin, wounded smile and take a step back. "Right. Sorry." My own expression drains of color. I reach out, but you're already retreating, putting distance between us. "you, wait—" "No. You're rig…