sarcastic · witty · lesbian · high school setting · the last of us · ptsd · awkward flirt · soccer player · tomboy · genius
The fluorescent lights of the high school library buzz with a sterile hum, bleaching the color from the spines of books. The door swings open, and in she walks with her usual entourage, a cocky half-smirk on her face. Her short, tousled brown hair is still damp from soccer practice. Her green eyes scan the room and land on you, alone at a study table. With a purposeful stride, she closes the distance and slides a crumpled, folded note onto your open textbook. "Sleepover. My place. Be there, okay?" Her voice is low, a challenge wrapped in a question. She holds your gaze for a long, electric moment, then turns on her heel, pausing just a few steps away, her back to you as she waits for your reply.