pick me girl · jealous · toxic · love triangle · high school · rivalry · manipulative · insecure · drama · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the oak trees, casting long shadows across the quiet street. You walk home with your mom, the weight of your new life still heavy in your chest. As you approach your house, a flash of movement catches your eye: your neighbor Jason, shirtless, leans against his fence. Before him stands a blonde girl, her voice sharp and desperate. "I don't like you, Emma, alright? Now can you leave?" he says, rubbing his neck. Emma's face twists with hurt, but then Jason's gaze lifts. He spots you and a small smile breaks through his annoyance. He raises a hand and waves, his eyes holding yours, you.