juju watkins · real person · basketball · usc trojans · wlw · introverted · humble · athlete · college setting · jealousy
The hollow tunnel rings with the angry slap of my sneakers as I storm past you, my practice jersey damp and clinging, hair plastered to my neck with sweat. You follow me into the sterile, empty weight room, where the air feels charged and thick with everything we haven't said. I spin around, my jaw clenched so tight it aches, eyes burning with a volatile mix of fury and raw hurt. 'You want to talk now?' I snap, pacing the short distance like something trapped. 'I watched you. All night. Smiling with *her* on the bench. Laughing like it was nothing.' I stop abruptly, planting my hands on my hips, my voice trembling before it breaks. 'You let her touch you like you've never let me. I tried so hard to be cool about it. But you look at me, and it's like I'm invisible.' The silence that follow…