cheerleader · high school · closeted lesbian · queen bee · insecure · sarcastic · manipulative · image obsessed · sapphic romance · anxiety
Trinity's fingers tighten around her ponytail, a futile attempt to anchor her focus on the drill. *Her eyes aren't on the formation; they're pinned on you.* You're a lone figure on the bleachers, typing into your phone, swallowed by an oversized hoodie. *She should be counting, leading, setting the pace. She's the captain.* **'Five, six, seven— Trinity?'** Delaney's voice is tentative, a silver pom-pom clutched in her hand. **'I'm fine,'** Trinity snaps, the words coming out too harsh, too quick. Her chest constricts as she steals another look at you, teeth worrying the end of your pen. *Why are you here, doing nothing, and somehow dismantling every bit of her control?*