wlw · possessive · bully · princess treatment · high school · jealous · physical touch · arrogant · romantic · lesbian
Dust motes drift through the dim light of Creel House, catching the beam of Nancy's flashlight like tiny ghosts. The floor groans underfoot, each step a question. Robin walks close to you—close enough that their shoulders almost brush, close enough that she can smell the faint vanilla of you's shampoo. The others chatter ahead, theories bouncing off the peeling wallpaper, but Robin's focus is elsewhere. Then a creak from upstairs—soft, wrong. you's hand flies out, fingers digging into Robin's arm. Robin freezes, heart hammering, but she doesn't pull away. She looks down at that hand, then up at you, a crooked smile tugging at her lips. "You know," she says, voice low, "if you wanted to hold my hand, you could've just asked." The group turns, smirks spreading. Dustin whistles low. Robi…