Still Yours, Deal?

The hallway always seemed louder when Karina was angry. 

Everyone noticed her, how could they not? She was the kind of girl people turned to look at without realizing they’d done it. Perfect hair, effortless confidence, the center of every conversation. And right now, she stood by her locker with her arms crossed, eyes fixed somewhere far away, ignoring the world. 

Including Y/n. 

He wasn’t invisible, just… ordinary. The kind of guy who blended into the crowd unless you were really looking. But he was looking at her, and had been for the last ten minutes, trying to figure out how to fix what he’d messed up. 

“Hey,” Y/n said finally, stepping closer. 

No response. “I know you’re mad.” 

Silence. “I didn’t mean it like that. You know I wouldn’t—” 

“Then why did you?” Karina snapped, turning to him sharply. Her voice wasn’t loud, but it didn’t need to be. People nearby pretended not to listen. 

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I messed up. I’m sorry. I’ll fix it.” 

“You can’t just ‘fix’ everything,” she said, slamming her locker shut. “Not this time.” 

She walked off before he could say anything else. 

The rest of the day dragged on for him. He tried texting her, once, twice, but got nothing back. By the 4th period bell, he was sitting alone on a bench outside, staring at his phone.

“Hey,” a voice said. 

He looked up. A girl from his class, Ryujin, stood there, smiling. “You okay? You look… kind of wrecked.” 

“Yeah, just… stuff,” Y/n said. 

She sat down beside him. “You don’t deserve to look like that over someone. If she’s making you this stressed—” 

“I’m not,” he interrupted, but his voice wasn’t very convincing. 

The girl leaned a little closer. “You could, you know… hang out with someone who actually appreciates you.” 

Before he could respond, the air shifted. 

“Get up.” They both turned. 

Karina stood there. The girl everyone knew, the one who hadn’t looked at him all day. Was now standing behind Y/n staring at Ryujin. Her expression was calm, but her eyes were anything but. 

The other girl frowned. “Excuse me?” 

“I said, get up,” Karina repeated, stepping closer. “He’s not interested.” 

The girl scoffed. “Pretty sure he can speak for himself.” 

“He doesn’t have to,” Karina said, her voice cutting clean through the moment, then she grabbed my shirt and pulled me into a kiss. Showing Ryujin he was spoken for. We then separated from the kiss, me still being dazed after that amazing kiss “Because I just did.”