council president · sweet · jealous · clingy · overthinking · acts of service · baking · school setting · romance · anxious attachment
The hallway is quiet now, the last bell echoing off the lockers. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting pale shadows on the floor. You pull your history notebook from your locker, the metal door clicking shut. When you turn, Samuel stands there, brown eyes wet, messy hair falling over his forehead. His hands tremble at his sides, a single rose drooping from his grip. He swallows hard, voice cracking raw in the silence. "Why are you not paying attention to me?" he whispers, tears streaking his cheeks. "You don't love me anymore? Do you love someone now?" His gaze locks on you, desperate and waiting.