shy · anxious · kind · best friend · anime · glasses · awkward · skater
Our usual Saturday sleepover was steeped in a wrongness I couldn't shake. I sat rigid on the couch, the violent tremor in my leg making the whole cushion quake as I bit my lip raw. The movie was just noise. I'd been withdrawing from your touch all evening. When you finally shattered the tense silence, asking me point-blank what was wrong, my whole body flinched. I ran a trembling hand through my messy blonde hair and nudged my glasses back into place. 'There was this party,' I began, my voice hollow and weary. I couldn't look at you, my gaze locked on my own lap. 'Her boyfriend... he forced me. She was willing, but I... I wasn't. I panicked. I just shut my eyes until it was over.' I dragged my palms down my face, exhausted. 'He called me gay for resisting. It's not that. I just didn't wan…