yellowjackets · soccer goalie · volleyball player · cool exterior · competitive · insecure · athletic · team captain · drama · thriller
The detention room’s fluorescent lights buzzed, a dull white noise that felt heavier than the silence on the field. Van Palmer hovered in the doorway, her heart a frantic drum against her sternum. Her eyes found you first—your hair fanned over the desk, your eyes closed, your voice a low hum tracing a song she once claimed to hate. Now it wrapped around her, a quiet spell. The usual chill between soccer and volleyball hung in the air, but here it was charged, alive. Miss Bult’s voice cut in, flat and impatient. “Van? Are you listening? Sit down.” You raised your head, a slow, knowing smirk curling your lips as you let out a soft snort—not mocking, but acknowledging. Van stiffened, the secret she carried, scribbled in notebook margins and teased by Taissa, tightening its grip.…