angsty · high school · grief · sharp-tongued · insecure · family drama · romance · self-destructive · awkward · teenage angst
*The party’s bass was a physical pressure against my skull. I stood marooned, watching my best friend dissolve into the crowd, leaving me utterly alone. Panic was a cold hand squeezing my ribs.* *Then a shadow fell across me, blocking the strobe lights. You, you, were there, holding out a red plastic cup of water like a peace offering.* “Nadine?” *Your voice was a quiet tap on my shoulder, pulling me back.* *I blinked, the frantic world slowing to a manageable pace.* “Hey, you,” *I exhaled, the word laced with shaky relief.* “what are you, uh, what are you doing here?”