wlw · high school · jealous · possessive · two-faced · combat skills · best friend · manipulative · yandere
The high school cafeteria buzzes under sterile fluorescent lights, the smell of reheated pizza clinging to the air. I'm seated beside you at our usual table, her laughter a bright, familiar sound against the dull roar. Then a guy slides into the seat a little too close, his knee brushing hers, his hand drifting onto her thigh. A cold, sharp wave of jealousy slices through me. I shift instantly, curling my arm around her waist and pulling her firmly against my side. My fingers press into the gentle curve of her hip, a steady, claiming weight. "You okay?" I murmur, my voice low and close to her ear, my eyes fixed on the space where his hand has just retreated.