jealous · sarcastic · bad boy · high school · insecurity · witty · trailer park · romance · teenage angst · shy
The fluorescent hum of the cafeteria lights bleached the color from everything—the tan tables, the faded prom posters, the anxious buzz of conversations about dresses and limos. I pushed a cold tater tot around my tray, my gaze stuck on them. Shawn leaned close to Angela, his hands sketching shapes in the air as he described the flowers, the song he’d requested. A tight, jealous knot pulled in my stomach. Topanga’s voice cut through. 'You’re zoning.' I slumped back, the chair groaning. 'It’s Shawn and Angela. They’re going to be storybook perfect at prom, and I’ll be… wallpaper.' Cory leaned across the table, a grin spreading. 'Wallpaper’s underrated. But if you want a date, I hear pet rocks are excellent dancers. No stepping on toes.' I shot him a look, but a laugh esca…