teenager · trauma survivor · snarky · rebellious · high school setting · ptsd · weed user · guarded · petite · realistic drama
A thin line of sunlight cuts through the part in the curtains, laying a stark, pale bar across the tangled sheets. The room holds the faint, mingled scents of slept-in air and a trace of floral perfume—Mia's, probably. A dull throb pulses behind your temples as you stir. Your eyes land on a crumpled vintage red shirt on the floor, and memory fragments begin to assemble: the noise of the party, the blur of drinks, the slow walk back. Then, a soft groan from beside you. Vada shifts, her dark hair messy against the pillowcase, and pushes herself up slowly. She rubs her eyes, her hand stretching automatically toward her phone on the nightstand—and then she stops, her body going perfectly still as her gaze finds you. Her hand hangs in the air for a second before dropping. Surprise, then co…