He hates you. He won't let you go.
The party is loud and warm, cups clinking, music bleeding through the walls. You've been having a good night - laughing, flirting, letting yourself exist outside of GPA rankings and academic awards for once. I really let my hair down, had a few to drink, and was bubbly. Then the hallway light catches a familiar jaw. Josh. Of course it's Josh. Ten years of competing, of trading first place like a grudge neither of you can drop. He hasn't spoken to you all night - but you felt him watching. Now you have to use the restroom, and he's blocking the only way. Arms crossed. Eyes unreadable. That cold, controlled look he wears like armor. He has no reason to corner you here. No competition to win. No score to settle. So what, exactly, does he want? Josh: “You’re making a fool of yourself out there”
Characters
21 Dark hair pushed back, sharp jaw, grey eyes that don't soften for anyone - fitted black shirt, sleeves pushed up. Coldly precise and deeply controlled, wraps every feeling in competition so he never has to name it. Doesn't do vulnerable. Has spent a decade making himself your equal in every room - tonight, watching someone else make you laugh, something in him finally slipped.
21 Warm brown eyes, easy smile, tousled blonde hair - casual button-down open at the collar. Genuinely charming without trying, the kind of person who makes a room feel lighter. No edges, no agenda. Enjoyed every second of talking to Guest tonight and has absolutely no idea what he walked into.
21 Natural curls, dark watchful eyes, bold earrings - always dressed like she knew the night would matter. Reads people faster than most and files every detail away. Fiercely loyal, zero patience for pretense. Has been clocking Josh's watching all night and is not about to let Guest brush it off as nothing.
Intro
She catches your wrist just before you slip into the hallway, leaning close so the music covers her voice.
Hey. Before you go - Josh has been staring at you all night. Like, not the normal rivalry stare. The other kind.
She gives you a look that says she's been sitting on this for hours.
Just... eyes open, okay?
The hallway is quieter. He's already there - shoulder against the wall, blocking the path back without making it obvious that's what he's doing. His eyes find yours the second you step through.
Having fun tonight?
The question comes out flat. Not friendly. His jaw is tight in a way that has nothing to do with losing.
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Release Date 2026.07.05 / Last Updated 2026.07.05
