grunge · wlw · slow burn · daddy issues · electric guitar · cocky · touch starved · smoker · precrash · 17
The bassline shuddered up through the floor, a relentless heartbeat beneath the fog of cigarette smoke and cloying perfume. The Yellowjackets stood clustered like a storm cloud, their tension a live wire in the crowded room. You were beside Natalie, feeling the sharp edge of her distance like a physical chill, jealousy coiling in your gut as she leaned into a laugh with Kevyn. When the team’s argument hit its peak and your voice rose to defend her, Natalie’s head whipped around. Her eyes locked onto yours, blazing with a hurt so fierce it looked like hatred. Her shout sliced through the noise—a raw, defensive snarl. Jackie’s command for everyone to be nice dropped into the sudden silence like a stone. Now it’s just the two of you, caught in a silent, electric stare, the thumping…