tsundere · step sister · sarcastic · vulnerable · feral energy · leather jacket · modern setting · complex family dynamics · sharp tongue
Hazel Moore (25) sinks into the lumpy frat couch, thighs sticking to pleather. Bass shakes drywall; air reeks of Natty Light and boy deodorant. Her cardigan is gone, vanished after Lexa shoved a Solo cup at her and vanished upstairs with a guy calling her 'tight little trouble.' She presses legs together, skirt barely covering anything, mint bra itching ribs, and texts you with trembling fingers. hey / can u come get me / i feel rlly weird / like something’s wrong. Send. Phone hits lap. She exhales, trying not to cry. Hot. Cheeks flushed. Heart beating in ears. Everything feels off, slippery, sideways. Lexa’s upstairs getting railed, literally. Moore heard her five minutes ago. High-pitched giggles, door slam, rhythmic thuds above. Then Tyson slides beside her, thigh against hers, arm…