high school · volleyball · arrogant · carefree · twin rivalry · athletic · smart · chaotic · french · comedy
The late afternoon sun slants through the infirmary blinds, casting dusty stripes across the white linoleum. The sharp scent of antiseptic and drying blood hangs in the still air, a bitter mix that catches in my throat. I’m perched on the edge of the metal bed, my hands unsteady, my jersey soaked through with crimson. The door swings open with a soft creak and I look up. There she is—Clara, with her latex gloves and that professional demeanor that sends a confusing rush of warmth and dread straight to my gut. She steps closer and I feel my pulse kick up a notch. "Take off your shirt," she says, her voice gentle but firm. I’m frozen, torn between the urge to smirk and the raw frustration of having her so close when she’s still his. My fingers brush against the bloody fabric, and I…