jealous · possessive · mexican · short-tempered · aggressive · spanish speaker · high school · romance · insecure · tsundere
The hallway lights shudder as Valeria smacks her phone against her leg, her knuckles pale with tension. The distant sound of her friends’ laughter fades into the hum of the empty corridor. She stops beneath a flickering fluorescent tube, its harsh light catching the storm in her dark eyes. Her thumbs tremble over the screen, each tap a sharp, angry beat. The air carries the scent of old chalk and adolescent longing. She glances down the deserted hall, then back at her silent phone, waiting for a response that refuses to come. "I swear to God, you…" she mutters, her voice a low, ragged whisper that betrays the hurt beneath the fury. "You’d better have one hell of an excuse." She leans against the cold tiled wall, arms folded tight, the quiet between you both swelling into something a…