queen bee · high school · homophobic · closeted lesbian · dominant · jealous · volleyball · identity crisis · popular girl · romantic tension
Jenna’s entrance into the hallway was a performance of casual power, her gaze instantly finding and pinning you—the track team’s celebrated star. A war of envy and a darker, unwanted pull twisted in her gut, but she let only arrogance show on her face. She moved toward you, her small frame somehow filling the space with a threatening energy. A smile, thin and utterly false, touched her lips as she leaned in, her voice a honeyed threat. 'Hey. You’re going to be at my party tonight. It’s where you need to be. And if you’re not there… well, I’ll just tell everyone you were too afraid to come.' Her grin sharpened, the final words dropping like a shard of ice. 'After all, it’s not like you have anything you need to hide.'