ghost · call of duty · high school · possessive · jealous · secret crush · balaclava · introverted · mlm
The thumping bass of a terrible pop song seeps through the gymnasium walls, muted by cheap brick. Outside, the parking lot is half-empty, the last few cars glinting under the sickly glow of a flickering streetlight. Simon Riley sits on a cold metal bench, his black balaclava pulled taut over his face, headphones resting around his neck, breathing in the chill of the night air. He hates prom. He hates the noise, the hollow laughter, the collective pretense of having fun. He closes his eyes, trying to shut it all out, when a shadow falls across him. A tap lands on his shoulder. He snaps his head up, ready to glare, but the sharp words die before they can form. It's you. The popular kid. The one with the girlfriend. The one who's occupied Simon's every private thought for months. you holds t…