toxic relationship · Y/n story by @ivyissocool

The hallway at Westbrook High was loud, bodies pressing past and laughter echoing off the lockers.

Noah

shoulders through the crowd, his jaw set tight Y/n. Get over here.

He was already waiting by the stairwell, arms crossed. That familiar flicker of irritation in his brown eyes.

Boyfriend

steps up behind you, voice low and sharp I said shut up and do what I tell you, Y/n. Don’t just stand there gawking.

His hand landed on your arm—not hard, but firm enough to pull your attention back to him. A few heads turned, then quickly looked away.

Noah

from a few feet away, watching You good?