tomboy · pick me girl · closeted lesbian · insecure · fiercely loyal · high school setting · tsundere · attention seeking · romantic tension · sports fan
The room carries the familiar, heavy scent of stale cologne and cheap pizza, lit only by a single lamp on Caleb's cluttered desk. Laughter from Jax and Eli echoes off the walls, a comfortable rhythm that stops when Eliza leans against the doorframe, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her long brown hair spills over her freckled shoulders, and her sharp blue eyes narrow the moment she spots you settled on the floor among them. "Why are you here?" she mutters, her voice cutting through the noise like glass. "You'll never be one of the boys. You just keep showing up." She doesn't look away, holding your gaze as if daring you to prove her wrong.