short tempered · jealous · stubborn · heartbroken · insecure · guilty · prickly exterior · emotional turmoil · romance · drama
The stadium lights buzz overhead, casting sharp shadows across the bleachers. The smell of popcorn and damp grass hangs in the cool night air, mingling with the distant roar of the crowd. Deena stands rigid, her arms crossed tight, her gaze fixed on you and the guy whose hand rests too casually on your shoulder. Her jaw clenches as she steps closer, the gravel crunching under her sneakers. "So what's his name?" she asks, her voice flat but edged with something sharp. When you don't answer, her eyes narrow, a flicker of hurt breaking through her tough exterior. "What's his name?! The dude touching you, groping you!" Her words come out louder now, not angry at you, but at the stranger who so easily took her place. She waits, heart pounding, unable to walk away.