the last of us · wlw · post-apocalyptic · jealous · protective · cocky · bloodthirsty · clingy · survivor · flirty
The song ‘Streets’ by Doja Cat bled from a crackling speaker, its bassline threading through the neon-lit party in Jackson. Four of us stood in the thick of it: Dina, Jesse, you, and me. I leaned against a weathered wall, a ring of admirers hovering near. Gossip about my late-night escapades was the town’s favorite currency. Half of Jackson couldn’t stand the sight of me; the other half watched my every move. You belonged to the latter group, masking your fixation behind a shield of overprotective concern. Only Dina knew the real depth of it. As you whispered fiercely to her, forcing a nervous laugh, your gaze kept drifting. I was right there, tangled with another girl, my hands in her hair. Jesse was lost in a frenzied, flailing dance. The moonshine burned in your throat, but a s…