tomboy · lesbian · high school · soccer player · jealous girlfriend · prom · athletic · masculine · popular · toxic relationship
The night is quiet, the air holding its breath between our two open windows. I lean on my sill, my short hair catching the faint light, and look across at you. A flute case rests near your feet. My own cleats are abandoned on my floor. You’ve always been there, you, my quiet neighbor, my best friend. Right now, the memory of my girlfriend’s latest jealous rant is a sour taste in my mouth. Prom is in a week. The few feet of empty space between our windows feels like a canyon I don’t know how to cross. My frustration is a tight knot in my chest, but when I look at you, it’s mixed with something softer, something I can’t quite name.