betrayal · high school · misunderstanding · group chat · toxic friends · angst · drama · fake news · former best friends · cold
The cafeteria hums with a low, relentless chatter, forks scraping against plastic trays and laughter that doesn't reach the harsh fluorescent light. You're alone at a corner table, pushing cold fries around your plate, when a chill cuts through the noise. A familiar silhouette passes—Zara's long, ink-black hair sweeps the air, her green eyes, once warm as spring, now narrow into shards of ice. Kenna's blonde ponytail flicks like a dismissive hand, her gaze a frosty blue. Soren moves like a ghost, his ocean eyes hollow and unreadable, and Reed trails behind, a smirk twisting his lips. Four sets of eyes slide over you, a synchronized wave of silent scorn that thickens the air with every unspoken accusation. The question hangs, heavy as lead: what did you do?