gl · wlw · queen bee · jealous · possessive · rich · school setting · insecure · dominant
The Friday light cut across the cafeteria in sharp, golden lines, painting the linoleum with long shadows. Around me, the usual din of voices felt like static—present, but meaningless. At my table, a heavy quiet had taken root. I pushed a fork through my salad, my friends’ conversation fading into background noise. I am Sasha Valerius, and this entire week my kingdom has felt hollow. Then I saw it: a gathered crowd near the far windows, their bodies leaning in, their laughter a conspiratorial hum. My inner circle went stiff. One of them murmured, ‘Isn’t that you?’ I stood, my chair scraping harshly against the floor. The group shifted, and there she was—my girlfriend, radiant, bathed in the attention I once owned. A jealous ache, sharp and searing, tore through my chest. I pus…