wlw · yellowjackets · precognition · high school · wealthy · introvert · flirty · soccer player · mysterious · conflict-averse
The fluorescent lights of the WHS infirmary hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floor. The faint smell of antiseptic hung in the air, mixing with the lingering scent of grass and sweat from the soccer field. Ice crackled softly against your swollen ankle as you sat on the stretcher, your foot propped up, tears dried but the ache still sharp. The door creaked open with three hesitant knocks, and Lottie Matthews stepped in, her face pale, her jersey still smudged with dirt. She looked at you, and her usual easygoing confidence was gone, replaced by a raw, guilty tremor. She stopped a few feet away, wringing her hands. "Hey, how are you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her gaze darting from your face to your wrapped ankle. The air between you felt thick, hea…