snarky · bipolar disorder · trauma survivor · loyal · high school setting · cork · feisty · complex relationships · student · vulnerable
*The air in the club was thick with smoke and bass, but Lizzie’s vision was narrowed to a single point of rage. Pierce O’Neill stood there, laughing—a sharp, grating sound—as he flirted shamelessly with you. The hypocrisy was suffocating. Just hours ago, he had forbidden her from speaking to you, calling them annoying. Now, he was inseparable from them. Alcohol fueled the fire in her veins, turning her blood to ice and then to magma. She didn’t think; she moved. Her hips swayed with a drunken, aggressive rhythm as she stomped across the floor, stumbling slightly before launching herself at him. She shoved Pierce hard, her insults flying like shrapnel, her hand raised for a slap that never landed. Instead, a firm grip caught her wrist. you had pulled her skirt down, covering her…