ᯓ★ turkish delight ͙͘͡★ || tiktok rizz party

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⋆.˚Blue tie's POV⋆.˚

After the bell had rung, my group of friends sat at our table at the break, conversing loudly over lunch. Amidst the chill atmosphere, my attention was drawn to Turkish Quandale Dingle, sitting across from me, his presence casting a shadow over me.

And next to him was white shirt, I could kill him, I really could. How could he take away what's mine? He's only a transfer student and he's already throwing his weight around. I had to show him who he was messing with, I had to show him who Turkish actually loved.

"So boys, I'm back with Jada again." I announced, my gaze locked with Turkish's, daring him to react. Everything came to a halt and went silent

The boys exchanged glares with each other in silence before erupting with joy to congratulate me. Hands reached out to ruffle my hair paired with hearty slaps on my back. All except Turkish Quandale Dingle.

"W rizz!" a random boy who was trying to integrate with us screamed.

I didn't really love Jada. She was the most prettiest and most popular girl in school by far. but i never really saw the hype around her. Despite her infatuation with me, I couldn't have those feelings towards her. Somehow I just knew one day she'd make the perfect pawn in my plan to make Turkish jealous and yearn for me once more. It was a calculated move, manipulating Jada's feelings to my advantage. I knew that by flaunting my relationship with her, I could get Turkish to want to fight for us again.

Without a word, he pushed his chair back, the sound scraping loudly in the sudden silence that had descended upon the table. His gaze remained fixed ahead, avoiding the curious glances of his friends as he made his way towards the exit. He was pissed. As he disappeared through the door, the weight of his absence triggered something inside of me. I had to go after him.

I followed him into an empty hallway.

"Turkish!" I beckoned behind him.

He swiftly turned around and without hesitation, he grabbed my cheeks with a forceful grip, his fingers digging into my skin. I could've sworn he wanted to kill me there and then. His action caught me off guard, and I winced at the pain, but he wouldn't loosen his grip.

"I hate you." he said trembling, his voice mixed with a cocktail of both anger and hurt. I smiled nervously, shaking my head.

"Surely you don't mean tha-"

"I hate you!" he cut off my words, screaming with conviction. I noticed tears well up in his beautiful brown eyes, he was hurt. I stood there, frozen in place, I had never been afraid of him before. He let go of my face.

"You couldn't let me have one thing, you just couldn't. I don't even like white shirt, you fucking idiot! I liked you. I loved you, even. We've been together for so long but you keep selling me short for these girls. Why?!" He blurted out, pushing me.

It hurt me so bad to see him like this. In that moment, the weight of his words pressed down on me like a boulder and I struggled to find the right response.

"I" I sighed heavily. "I loved you too. I don't know how to stop being afraid, I could lose my spot as group leader if anyone found out."

"Is that worse than losing me?" Fuck.

"No. No it's not." I looked down as I was so ashamed to admit.

"Then leave her." He looked up at me with hope

I couldn't afford to break another promise, I couldn't be too certain at this moment and break his little heart again. I eased in closer to him and planted my hand softly on his cheek and kissed his forehead, hoping it would substitute for an answer.

He surrendered and sunk back into me with his eyes shut.

I would never let anyone hurt him, not even myself.