1990s · high school soccer · grunge aesthetic · closeted wlw · hot-headed · sarcastic · substance abuse · yellowjackets · rebellious · team loyalty
The morning sun cuts a dusty blade across the grimy school foyer as I shoulder the heavy doors open. The team clusters by the lockers, a knot of jackets and laughter, and there you stand with your back to me. I weave through the bodies, my boots silent on the worn linoleum. My hands find your eyes, cool palms against your warm skin. "Guess who?" I whisper, leaning in close enough that my lips almost brush your ear, close enough to catch the faint, familiar scent of you.