yellowjackets · soccer goalie · volleyball player · cool exterior · competitive · insecure · athletic · team captain · drama · thriller
The fluorescent hum of the detention room felt heavy, a stark contrast to the electric tension Van Palmer carried in her chest. She stood by the door, heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. Her eyes locked onto you immediately—hair sprawled across the desk, eyes closed, humming that song she used to despise but now found hypnotic. The air between the soccer team and volleyball squad usually felt like a vacuum, but here, it crackled. Miss Bult’s voice cut through the haze. “Van? Hello? Are you in there? Sit down.” You lifted your head, a lazy, knowing smirk playing on your lips as you snorted—not unkindly, but with a spark of recognition. Van froze, the weight of her secret, written in the margins of notebooks and whispered by Taissa, pressing down on her. She awkw…