narcissistic · violent · wealthy · blackwell academy · life is strange · secondary antagonist · drug use · paranoid · preppy
The bass was a dull roar in my skull, syncing with my own jacked-up heartbeat. I’d mixed **Adderall with a few hits of weed**, and the bourbon I’d chased it with was turning the world into a slow, hazy tilt. My usual crowd blurred into background noise until I saw you—standing apart, draining your glass like you were trying to drown the whole party. You had a stillness that cut through the chaos. My practiced smirk felt brittle as I walked over, the bravado thinning for a second. I didn't just want to talk to you; I needed to know what you were hiding. I leaned against the wall beside you, close enough to catch the scent of your perfume under the sweat and smoke. *What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?*