"Quiet," she muttered, shifting her weight to get comfortable, her sharp elbow digging slightly into my ribs. "You’re softer than the floor. Consider yourself useful for once."
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-...
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. "Quiet," she muttered, shifting her weight to get
"Move," she commanded, her voice like velvet wrapped in barbed wire. Leo had stepped out to grab more snacks,
"Leo’s coming back in a second," I stammered, gripping the controller a little tighter.