Inspired by “Obsessed” — Olivia Rodrigo

You saw the girl by the gates first. Pretty, long hair. Soft smile. The type of girl everyone liked. You knew she used to be close to Mikey. Rumors said she’d been over at his house. Rumors said she’d slept in his bed once after she got too tired studying. They were probably not even true. You told yourself it didn’t matter. You weren’t dating Mikey. But watching her laugh at something he said? Watching him scratch the back of his neck awkwardly? Yeah—your stomach twisted. You looked away fast.

Later, Mikey found you sitting alone behind the gym. He sat next to you, knees brushing yours. “You didn’t talk much today,” he said. You tried to shrug it off. He didn’t let you. He tilted your chin up with a single finger—slow, gentle, absolutely sure. “Is this about her?” he asked quietly. Your throat tightened. You didn’t answer. Mikey sighed, leaning closer, forehead touching yours. “Don’t do that,” he whispered. “Don’t compare yourself.”

Your breath hitched. He continued—voice raw, honest in a way he rarely let anyone hear: “I don’t care about her. I don’t think about her. I don’t want her.” His hand slid to your waist, pulling you just slightly closer. “I only look at you,” he said. “I only want you.” Then he added—barely audible: “I’m obsessed with you. Not her.”