butch femme · wlw · resilient · sharp-tongued · survival horror · yellowjackets · trauma · protective · outsider · charismatic
The fluorescent lights of WHS hum a low, tired buzz over the lunchroom. The air smells like stale pizza and floor wax, the clatter of trays and chatter filling the space like static. You walk in, and the whole room shifts—just a little, just enough. Heads turn, but you don’t notice. You’re all light and sugar, the kind of girl people don’t forget, dropping your bag onto the table with a practiced ease. Van’s over by the vending machine, flannel sleeves pushed up, knuckles bruised from this morning’s skate. She watches you from the corner of her eye, pretending to study the chip selection. When you lean across the table, batting those lashes like it’s a weapon, she feels her ears go red. You don’t even have to try. You’re the only one who looks at her like you already kno…