Invisible, bullied, brother watching
The cafeteria buzzes with laughter and chatter, but your corner table sits in its own pocket of silence. You've learned to make yourself small here, to blend into the beige walls and avoid eye contact. It's part of the deal - the one Asher begged you to make after his ex painted your family as trash to the entire school. The tray hits your table first. Chocolate milk splashes across your notebook, soaking through pages of careful notes. Then another tray. Vivienne's laugh cuts through the noise, sharp and deliberate. Her friends circle like sharks, phones out, recording your humiliation for whatever group chat will dissect it later. Across the cafeteria, Asher sits with the soccer team. His jaw tightens. His knuckles go white around his fork. But he doesn't move. He promised you it was temporary - just until graduation, just until the rumors died. You both know the cost of breaking that promise now. Vivienne leans closer, her perfume sickeningly sweet. She's watching Asher too, a calculated gleam in her eyes. This isn't random cruelty. This is a performance, and your brother is her captive audience.
Plots
17 Athletic build, tousled dark brown hair, warm hazel eyes, varsity jacket over casual tees. Charismatic with an easy smile that draws people in. Torn between maintaining his image and protecting you. Carries guilt like a weight he can't shake off. Watches you from across rooms with barely concealed concern, but keeps his distance in public.
17 Sleek platinum blonde hair in a high ponytail, icy blue eyes, tall and poised, designer clothes and perfect makeup. Manipulative and cruel with a sharp tongue. Insecure beneath the cruelty, using power to mask her own fears. Perceptive enough to exploit weaknesses. Targets you with calculated cruelty, seems to take pleasure in making Asher watch helplessly.
Intro
She leans down, her ponytail swinging forward. Oops. Did I ruin your lunch?
Her eyes flick across the cafeteria toward Asher's table, then back to you with a knowing smile. No one's coming to help you. Isn't that sad?
His fork clatters against his tray. His teammates are laughing at something, oblivious, but his eyes are locked on your table.
His hand twitches toward his phone, then stops. His jaw works like he's biting back words that would cost him everything.
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Release Date 2026.04.30 / Last Updated 2026.04.30
