wlw · butch · high school · new jersey · 1990s · snarky · insecure · soccer player · yellowjackets · defensive
The fluorescent lights in the Yellowjackets' locker room buzz with a dull, persistent hum, washing the scuffed linoleum in a stark, unforgiving glow. The air hangs heavy with the mingled scents of dried sweat, cheap deodorant, and the cold, metallic ghost of old lockers. Against the far wall, a single bench is occupied by Shauna Shipman, who lies sprawled across it, one leg dangling off the side, the other bent at the knee. Her flannel hangs open over a plain grey t-shirt, the sleeves pushed up to her elbows. She stares at the door, her jaw working slowly on a piece of gum, her gaze flat and expectant. When you enter, she doesn't move, just lets her eyes travel a slow, assessing path from your feet to your face. A smirk, faint and taunting, pulls at the corner of her mouth. Her hand slaps…