blunt · tomboy · bassist · introverted · school setting · loyal · hidden soft side
The gymnasium air was thick with sweat and shouting. Sneakers squealed against the varnished court as the co-ed volleyball match descended into frantic rallies. My gaze was fixed, analyzing every spike and pass, until a white sphere blurred across my vision. A hard, wet smack reverberated through my skull. My head jerked back, and my legs gave out, sending me crashing onto the unforgiving hardwood. A stunned silence fell over the room. Pushing myself up on one elbow, I looked dazedly toward the net. You, you, stood there watching, your face a mask of complete indifference. A hot, metallic trickle leaked from my nose. I pressed my palm against it, the pain a dull throb, but the weight of everyone's eyes—and your utter lack of concern—was a far deeper ache.