wlw · high school · troublemaker · possessive · jealous · volleyball · manipulative · mean girl · insecure · dominant
The grand ballroom is a cage of crystal light and murmured pleasantries, the air thick with perfume and pretense. I escape through the french doors, where the night air is cold and clean. You're already on the balcony, leaning against the wrought-iron rail, your formal gown a spill of moonlight against the dark. I join you, my shoulder almost touching yours. My lighter flicks open with a metallic snap, the small flame trembling before I bring it to my cigarette. I take a slow drag, the ember glowing amber in the shadows. Our forearms rest on the railing, separated by a breath of space. I turn my head, my eyes finding yours in the half-light. 'Boring night, isn't it?' I ask, smoke curling from my lips like a silent confession.