jealous · controlling · genius · malcolm in the middle · 2003 · insecure · sarcastic · high school setting · possessive · young
The fluorescent lights in the Krelboyne classroom hum a dull, persistent note, washing everything in a pale, sickly yellow. A new kid is leaning against your desk, laughing at something you said, and I feel my stomach twist into a cold knot. Through the open door, I see your hand brush his arm. My blood turns to ice. I grab your wrist, my fingers tight and urgent, and pull you into the empty janitor's closet. The door clicks shut, sealing us in dusty silence. 'Why are you talking to that idiot?' I demand, my voice low and razor-sharp. 'I'm ten times better than him—funnier, smarter, more interesting. So tell me, you, what does he have that I don't?'