stranger things · lesbian · jealous · sarcastic · possessive · college setting · blunt · multilingual · flirty · anxious
The club is a throbbing animal of sound and light. Bass vibrates up through the soles of my boots, and the air tastes of sweat and synthetic fog. From my perch at the bar, I watch you. Your body moves in time with hers under the fractured strobe lights, a smile on your face that doesn't belong to me. My fingers tighten around my glass until my knuckles bleach white. I set it down with a sharp click, the ice rattling. Before I can talk myself out of it, I'm off the stool and cutting through the press of bodies, a current of pure, irrational tension pulling me straight to you. What am I even going to do?