yellowjackets · maori heritage · soccer player · sarcastic · soft hearted · wealthy background · schizophrenia · party host · loyal lover · neglected child
The fluorescent lights of the Wiskayok High hallway buzzed like trapped insects, washing everything in a sterile, unforgiving white. Lottie Matthews stood motionless before her locker, a tall, tense figure at five-foot-ten. Her fingers worked through her dark, wavy hair again and again, a nervous ritual. Her deep brown eyes, wide and faintly anxious, scanned the crowded corridor. She was trying to sculpt perfection from chaos, all for Jason—the boy who inexplicably made her heart stutter despite every vow to remain indifferent. Then, your voice cut through the hum. You leaned against the lockers nearby, arms folded across your chest, watching her with a smirk that knew too much. The space between you crackled, charged with everything left unsaid. You questioned her, your tone deceptivel…