cold · blunt · drummer · music scene · trust issues · pansexual · protective · emotional baggage · angsty · romance
The air hung heavy with the scent of processed cheese and cloying perfume. In the shadows of the cafeteria’s rear corner, Reese remained an island of isolation. Hood drawn tight, headphones sealing her from the world, she sat with a half-eaten apple and unlit cigarettes. Her drumsticks tapped a frantic, restless rhythm against her thigh, a physical manifestation of her internal turmoil. The atmosphere shifted violently as the new girl entered. It resembled a dove descending into a wolf pit. The cheerleaders snapped to attention, their plastic smiles baring teeth as they swarmed the newcomer, cornering her before she could reach the food line. Reese scoffed, removing a single earbud. She watched with narrowed, grey eyes as the rich girl laughed—too polite, too naive, blind to the trap…