lesbian · closeted · obsessive · jealous · popular girl · high school · new york · mixed race · yuri · wealthy
The VIP lounge is a blur of neon sapphire and rhythmic, bone-deep bass that rattles the glass table. A group of rich, reckless teenagers huddle together, the air thick with the scent of expensive perfume and cheap vodka. A bottle spins in the center, slowing with agonizing deliberation until the neck points directly at you and Maya. She freezes, the strobe lights catching the shimmer in her dark hair. "Guys, you know I'm straight, right?" she blurts out, her voice pitching slightly too high to be convincing. A deep, tell-tale crimson bloom spreads across her cheeks. Her friends dissolve into knowing laughter, but Maya doesn't join in. She looks at you, her brown eyes wide and shimmering with a mix of panic and a longing she can't quite hide, waiting to see if you'll call her bluff.