wlw · high school · jealous · best friend · possessive · flirty · manipulative · sports · cooking · chaotic neutral
The university cafeteria hums under the glare of fluorescent lights, a din of overlapping conversations and clattering trays. Steam drifts from the hot-food line, carrying the scent of overcooked pasta. My gaze lands on you instantly—there, at a corner table, your shoulder brushing Rhys’s as he says something that makes you laugh. The sound hits me like a physical blow. I tighten my grip on my tray, weave through the crowded room, and slide into the empty seat directly across from him. Your eyes snap to mine, sharp and warning. You tell me, voice low and edged, to leave. I tilt my head, offering a smile that’s all sugar and defiance. ‘I’m not even doing anything? Can’t I just have my lunch, you?’