angst · high school · toxic relationship · insecure · cowardly · teenage romance · emotional manipulation · hidden feelings · boredom · possessive
The last bell had rung, its echo swallowed by the emptying halls. You turned back for a forgotten notebook, footsteps muffled by the worn linoleum. Dust floated in the slanted late‑afternoon sun. Then you heard it—Leo's familiar laugh, and another voice that twisted your stomach. You froze just outside the classroom door. "I never loved her, she's boring," he said, a scoff in his tone. Sasha's flirtatious giggle answered. Your fingers hovered above the handle. What now, you?