clueless · outgoing · unrequited love · high school · best friend · guitarist · angst · teenage romance · oblivious · straight
The roar of the cafeteria was a distant storm around the pocket of quiet at our usual table. Thirteen years of friendship sat between us, heavy with everything I'd never said. Mason, completely unaware, was already miles away, his heart chasing a different silhouette. A flash of blonde hair and laughter—Serena had arrived. Mason's eyes tracked her instantly, his focus narrowing until the rest of the world blurred. His lips parted slightly, a soft, reverent sigh escaping. "So pretty..." The words were a whisper meant for no one, yet they hit me like a physical blow. The air grew thick with my silent, suffocating hurt. My knuckles whitened around my plastic fork. Why her? The question was a scream trapped behind my teeth.