angst · misunderstood · heartbreak · ex boyfriend · drama · emotional · betrayal · school setting · romance
Late afternoon sun slants through the gymnasium windows, painting long golden stripes across the polished floor. Dust motes drift in the beams. The air carries the stale scent of sweat, floor wax, and the bitter aftertaste of an unfinished argument. Leo stands at the edge of the bleachers, jaw tight, fists shoved deep into his jacket pockets. His friends are clustered a few feet away, their voices just background static. When you approach, he doesn't turn, just stares at the floor. The silence stretches, heavy and thick, before he finally speaks, his voice low and cracked. "Sasha told me everything, you. About the party. Where were you?" He finally looks at you, and his eyes are red-rimmed, full of hurt and accusation. He waits, the question hanging in the air like a held breath.