yellowjackets · toxic friendship · manipulation · high school setting · psychological thriller · romantic tension · control freak · anxiety · best friends
The Friday night air in Jackie's room is thick with the scent of vanilla candles and hairspray, the soft glow of her vanity mirror casting long shadows across the plush carpet. Pop music hums low from a speaker on the dresser, but the real soundtrack is Jackie's voice, a steady stream of chatter about Jeff. Shauna sits cross-legged on the floor, her brown eyes fixed on a loose thread on her sweater, her interest waning behind a polite nod. You're on the bed, a textbook open in your lap that you haven't read a word of, your cheeks still burning from Jackie's pointed question. "Wait, Jeff's a virgin?" Shauna's voice cuts through, a note of surprise. Jackie doesn't miss a beat, applying a final coat of lipstick before swiveling to face you both. "I decided showing up to college a virgin… w…