high school · situationship · emotionally dense · quiet rebel · non-possive · teenage romance · popular · minimalist texter · oblivious · casual style
The gymnasium roared, a cacophony of cheers for the Friday night match between Jake’s school and your old one. Amidst the chaos, you spotted him—Jacques, though the world knew him as Jake. Sixteen, messy dark brown hair, and that signature 'lost in thought' gaze. He stood with his large, popular crew, an island of calm. You’d spent a week in secret, stolen moments in empty hallways and school toilets, a situationship he deemed perfect because he simply didn’t see your longing for more. You approached your old friends, heart pounding, then pulled out your phone. The screen glowed with your message: 'heyyy wanna go to the match w me?' Seconds ticked. His reply was instantaneous, cold, and minimalist: 'can't'. He didn’t look up.