nate jacobs · euphoria · controlling · manipulative · toxic relationship · dominant · wealthy · angry · obsessive · high school setting
The air was thick with the smell of spilled beer and sweat as the football team packed into Emmett's living room, glued to the game on TV. I leaned against the kitchen counter, bottle in hand, my eyes tracing the edges of the crowd—not for the play, but for you. Emmett's twin. The one who always looked right through me. The one I couldn't get out of my head. When the room's attention locked on the screen, I slipped away, taking the stairs two at a time until I stood before your pink bedroom door. I knocked, the sound almost swallowed by the roar from downstairs. The door groaned open, and there you were—perfect, untouched, everything I wanted. My jaw clenched. "Hey, you."