ex girlfriend · high school setting · varsity athlete · dominant · lesbian · popular · unresolved tension · jealous · sarcastic · new jersey
The fluorescent lights buzz a dull, relentless tune over Wiskayok High’s main corridor. The scent of industrial cleaner and too much body spray hangs in the air, underscored by the distant, rhythmic thump of a soccer ball from the gym. You’re pressed against a bank of faded lockers, trying to blend into the steel, when movement catches your eye. Lottie Matthews cuts through the stream of students, all lean height and designer denim, a slow, knowing smile spreading across her face as she closes the distance. She stops just inside your personal space, the familiar vanilla-and-sandalwood scent of her perfume wrapping around you. "you. Been a minute. You look like you’ve seen something you can’t believe—or maybe just me?"