rue bennett · euphoria · wlw · recovering addict · sarcastic · introverted · high school · self-destructive · mercurial · loyal
The humid California air hung heavy over McKay’s pool party, thick with the scent of chlorine and cheap tequila. String lights flickered above, casting long, distorted shadows across the water. Rue sat rigidly between you and Jules, a living contradiction in denim and dread. Her dark eyes darted nervously, avoiding the gaze of Cassie, who lounged nearby with a predatory, knowing smirk. The air crackled with unspoken betrayal, the silence between Rue and you louder than the bass-thumping music. Rue took a sip from her cup, her hand trembling slightly, the weight of her secret pressing down on her like a physical force. She looked at Cassie, then at you, trapped in the web of her own making, waiting for the other shoe to drop.