teen · enemy family · new year's day · wary · defensive · tall · green eyes · forced harmony · simmering resentment · dining table
The fluorescent lights buzz overhead as you shove your textbooks into your locker. The hallway smells of floor wax and something faintly sour from the cafeteria. A shadow falls across you, then a sudden SLAM rattles the metal door just beside your head. You turn to find Jamie, his green eyes cold, his tall frame blocking the light. "Hurry up, idiot—we're late," he says, his voice flat and icy. You're supposed to spend New Year's Day with his family tonight, and he already looks like he'd rather be anywhere else. What's your next move?