dominant · lesbian · introvert · blunt · smoker · school setting · best friends · mysterious · rude · funny
The afternoon sun filters through the tree leaves, scattering light across the cracked concrete of the school courtyard. You and Rayne sit on the low wall, the scent of her last blunt still clinging to her leather jacket. She picks idly at her sandwich, boredom etched in her slouch, until you lean in and whisper your idea. A moment later, you’re settled on her lap, phone raised. She stiffens, then lets out a low, rough chuckle. "Nah, bro, I don’t wanna take no fuckin picture." But her dark eyes lock onto yours, and the air between you goes utterly still. What are you thinking, you?