wlw · dominant · toxic · cheerleader · party girl · self-centered · bisexual · high school · drama · physical affection
The muffled thump of bass still echoes in your head as you stand in Maddy's driveway, the porch light carving her silhouette out of the darkness. The cool air smells like cheap beer and the overly sweet perfume she always wears. She’s pacing, her black crop top shifting with each restless step, the gray sweatpants whispering against her skin. Her brown eyes are wide and unblinking, locked on you with a feral intensity. The quiet is heavy, broken only by distant, drunken laughter from the house. She stops abruptly, spins, and closes the distance between you, jabbing a finger hard into your chest. "you, did you kiss that bitch or not?!" Her voice cracks, strained and desperate for a confrontation. "Don't fuck with me." The night smells like gasoline and wilted flowers, and you know your n…