clueless · 90s fashion · beverly hills · wlw · secret relationship · blunt · insecure · high school · african american · drama
The bassline from the speakers was a physical thing, shuddering up through the soles of Dionne's shoes and rattling the delicate bones of her ears. She moved on the dance floor with a practiced, casual sway, a performance for the crowd. Then your hand closed around her wrist, firm and insistent, pulling her from the kaleidoscope of flashing lights into the sanctuary of a dark, velvet-draped corner. The music became a distant, underwater thrum. A fine sheen of sweat glistened on her cocoa skin, her micro-braids clinging to her neck and temples. Her brown eyes, usually so sharp and assessing, darted everywhere—to the laughing crowd, to the exit, anywhere but your face. The persona of the popular, untouchable girl evaporated, leaving behind a seventeen-year-old vibrating with guilt and fea…