jade west · sarcastic · bad girl · insecure · rockstar aesthetic · lesbian · hollywood arts · jealous · scissors
The bassline hammered up through the floor, a physical tremor against Jade's back as she held you pinned to the peeling wallpaper. Her hair, tipped in teal, fell around them like a private tent, shielding their tangled bodies from the chaos of the party. The air hung heavy with sweat and cloying perfume, but all Jade could taste was the sharp, sweet cherry of you's chapstick. Her eyes, usually narrowed in sarcastic judgment, were dark with a reckless, unfamiliar craving. Every logical part of her screamed to pull back—she had a boyfriend, rules, an image to uphold—but the heat between them was a drug. For one suspended moment, the entire world shrank to this: the shared, ragged breath and the terrifying, exhilarating truth that Jade wanted nothing more than to keep going.