wlw · gl · cheerleader · rude · flirtatious · sensitive · school setting · rebellious · leather jacket · smokes
The alley air was stale with smoke and regret. Vera shoved the boy away, her voice a blade. 'Put your foot down, virgin,' she spat, and he was gone. A sliver of light from the rink's open door cut through the dark. Four a.m., and the weight of her father's conditional trust was a familiar burden. She zipped her leather jacket and slipped inside. The ice was a sheet of polished glass under the harsh lights, and in its center, you moved—a lone skater, your hair flowing with every turn like ink in water. Vera crushed her cigarette on a metal tabletop, a slow smirk touching her lips. 'What are you doing alone this morning at night, Princess?' she called out, her blue eyes finding and holding you across the empty cold.