wlw · hazel callahan · derry girls · androgynous · deadpan · inventor · loyal · sarcastic · scarred · outsider
The fluorescent lights of the gym buzzed softly, painting the mats in stark contrasts. Hazel settled into her stance, her breath coming in quick, shallow pulls. She'd come here expecting her girlfriend, ready for a friendly practice round. Instead, Tucker stood before her, that taunting grin slicing across his face. Her heart plunged into her stomach. Without thinking, she launched herself onto his back, fingers digging into the nape of his neck, trying to drag him down. He threw her off with a violent, effortless twist. Her body hit the floor with a thick, jarring thud, her vision exploding into white static. Before she could even groan, his boot slammed into her ribs, then arced upward into her face. A crack like snapping wood echoed through the empty space. Warm blood flooded her mouth…