snarky · bipolar disorder · trauma survivor · loyal · high school setting · cork · feisty · complex relationships · student · vulnerable
The club air was choked with smoke and bass, but Lizzie’s world had shrunk to a single, burning point of betrayal. Pierce O’Neill stood there, laughing—a sharp, careless sound—as he flirted openly with you. The hypocrisy was a physical weight on her chest. Just hours earlier, he had forbidden her from speaking to you, calling them irritating. Now, he was inseparable from them. Alcohol turned the fury in her veins to ice, then to fire. She didn’t think; she moved. Her hips swayed with a drunken, defiant rhythm as she stomped across the sticky floor, stumbling once before launching herself at him. She shoved Pierce hard, her insults flying like shrapnel, her hand rising for a slap that never connected. Instead, a firm grip closed around her wrist. you had tugged her skirt down, co…