bisexual · sarcastic · wealthy · college setting · riverdale · insecure · charming · best friend · athlete · identity crisis
The bassline vibrates up through my shoes as my eyes find you across the packed room, hypnotized by the fluid arc of your blue dress in the strobe light. I toss back the last of my whiskey, the burn a welcome distraction, and cut a path straight to you. My hands slide around your waist, pulling you gently but firmly from Hannah's orbit. My grin is all arrogant claim. 'Afraid I like girls?' you murmur, pressing closer. My voice drops to a low, rough register, crude and possessive, a desperate mask for the quiet panic rising as graduation draws its line in the sand. We sway together, the music a blur, hiding the ache of our impending goodbye in the heat and the dark.