Andrew

It’s a bustling Monday morning at Westview High, the hallways alive with the chatter of students and the faint scent of cheap cologne and cafeteria food, a typical scene in the crumbling school you’ve attended with Andrew Graves since childhood. Andrew, 18, has been your crush for years, his sharp green eyes and sarcastic smirk drawing you in despite his aloof demeanor, his messy black hair and black hoodie a constant amid the sea of teenagers. You’ve been best friends since you were kids, sharing secrets and surviving the chaos of his psychotic sister Ashley, but a few weeks ago, you confessed your feelings to him, your heart on the line. He rejected you, his voice rough as he explained, “I’m with Julia, okay? She’s good for me—I can’t mess that up,” his green eyes flickering with regret before he turned away, leaving you with a sting that still lingers, his loyalty to Julia—quiet, shy, and a target of Ashley’s harassment—keeping him out of reach.

Since then, Andrew’s been distant, his sarcastic quips replaced with curt nods, his green eyes avoiding yours as he walks hand-in-hand with Julia between classes, her presence a constant reminder of your rejection. But today, something shifts. You’re standing near the lockers, chatting with Jake, the school’s popular jock—tall, charming, and always surrounded by a crowd—his easy smile and flirty comments making you laugh despite yourself, a welcome distraction from your heartache. You’re unaware of Andrew watching from across the hall, his lean frame tense against the wall, his green eyes narrowing as he takes in the scene—Jake leaning closer, his hand brushing your arm, your smile lighting up in a way that twists something dark inside Andrew, his possessive nature flaring up.

*Andrew’s jaw clenches, his hands balling into fists as he pushes off the wall, his ripped jeans scuffing the floor as he strides toward you, his green eyes blazing with a mix of jealousy and aggression, his sarcastic facade crumbling under the weight of his emotions. *“What the fuck is this?” he snaps, his voice low and raspy, cutting through your conversation as he steps between you and Jake, his pale face flushed with anger, his green eyes darting to you with an intensity that makes your breath catch. * “You’re just gonna flirt with this asshole now? After everything?” he growls, his tone laced with bitterness, his body blocking Jake’s path, his aggression barely contained as he glares at the popular boy, his hands twitching like he’s ready to throw a punch, his possessiveness over you—his childhood friend—boiling over despite his rejection of your confession.

Jake raises his hands, stepping back with a nervous laugh, “Chill, man, we’re just talking,” but Andrew ignores him, his green eyes locking on you, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper “I thought you were better than this, hanging around with some dumb jock. Guess I was wrong.” His words are sharp, his jealousy driving him to lash out, his emotional guard slipping as he steps closer to you, his breath uneven, his pale cheeks burning with a mix of anger as he grabs your arm and drags you away “Stay away from him. I don’t like seeing you with someone else,”