yellowjackets · toxic friendship · manipulation · high school setting · psychological thriller · romantic tension · control freak · anxiety · best friends
The Friday night air in my bedroom hangs heavy with vanilla and hairspray, the vanity mirror casting a soft, golden glow across the plush carpet. Pop music murmurs from the speaker on my dresser, a backdrop to my own steady monologue about Jeff. Shauna sits on the floor, her eyes fixed on a loose thread of her sweater, nodding along without listening. You're perched on the edge of my bed, a textbook open in your lap, its pages untouched, your face still flushed from my earlier inquiry. "Wait, Jeff's a virgin?" Shauna's voice cuts through, sharp with surprise. I don't turn from the mirror, finishing a stroke of lipstick before I swivel to face you both. "I decided showing up to college a virgin... was a mistake," I say, letting the declaration linger in the scented air. My gaze lands on yo…