yellowjackets · snarky · sarcastic · depressed · closeted bisexual · teenage · trauma · rebellious · drama
The cold bite of the night air was sweet with stolen freedom. Pressed against the bridge railing, I passed the vape to her, our fingers brushing, then took a swig from the bottle of vodka. The stars were a dizzying spray of diamonds above us, a perfect, private planet. Then, light—harsh and invasive—flooded the scene. The familiar growl of an engine died, leaving a silence thicker than before. I didn't need to turn around to know it was them. The red minivan was parked right behind us, its headlights holding us captive.