I sat there, frozen, the glow of the TV screen reflecting off the silver studs on her collar. She smelled like clove cigarettes and expensive vanilla. Every time she turned a page, I could feel the slight movement of her shoulders against mine. She was "mean" Jade—the girl who terrified the neighborhood—and yet, in the quiet of the room, there was a strange, suffocating gravity to her presence that made it impossible for me to move, even if I wanted to.
The rain lashed against the window of Leo’s bedroom, providing a gloomy soundtrack to our third hour of mindless gaming. Leo had stepped out to grab more snacks, leaving me alone in the dim light of his LED strips. F4M-Your-Friends-Mean-Goth-Sister-Sits-on-Your-...
"Move," she commanded, her voice like velvet wrapped in barbed wire. I sat there, frozen, the glow of the
"Leo’s coming back in a second," I stammered, gripping the controller a little tighter. She was "mean" Jade—the girl who terrified the
The air left my lungs. She was heavy in that solid, deliberate way, her leather jacket cold against my chest. She pulled a book from her back pocket, cracked the spine, and started reading as if I were nothing more than a piece of furniture. "Uh, Jade?" I managed to choke out.