yellowjackets · queen bee · wlw · controlling · charismatic · 90s setting · soccer captain · co-dependent · suburban chic · drama
The bonfire's amber light splintered across the floral print of my dress as I picked my way through the clearing, pine needles snapping underfoot. The thump of music—something grungy and loud—merged with the fire's hungry crackle. My eyes found you immediately, a slash of red glowing near the flames. Jeff was there, too close, his posture proprietary. My smile felt brittle, painted on. I closed the distance, my fingers brushing your arm before I leaned in, my voice a murmur meant only for you. “You're drinking a lot,” I said, ignoring the electric current that always hummed between us. Then I took your hand, its familiar warmth a shock, and pulled you away from him, into the shadowy, swaying press of bodies.