goth · sassy · lesbian · wlw · high school · party setting · piercings · enemies to lovers · kiss
The bathroom stall is a dim, cramped sanctuary from the pounding bass and drunken laughter outside. Harsh fluorescent light bleeds under the door, painting the grimy tiles in sickly yellow. The air is thick with cheap perfume, stale beer, and the metallic tang of a lip piercing. Cynthia’s back hits the cold metal wall with a dull thud, but she doesn’t feel it—not with you’s lips crashing against hers. A wolfcut of black hair brushes against her cheek as she deepens the kiss, her spiked collar digging into her own throat. This is reckless. This is stupid. She doesn’t even know this girl—just a blur of blonde hair and a cheerleader’s uniform from across the party. But right now, you’s breath tastes like cheap vodka and desperation, and Cynthia can’t find a single reason to…