@doesntchange liked for a written starter ﹗.
cheek decorated with a fresh bruise just as the many that were hidden by the fabric of her football practice clothes; the jock resigned after practice and sat herself on the nearby bleachers amid the chaos of testosterone, screaming and her fellow bulldogs rushing to the boys’ locker room. she fully knowing she needed to head off to the ladies’ locker room anytime soon before it got dark out although she decided to stay back and pack up the equipment with coach. but, she needed a little breather.
the all encompassing black hole that were her heart ready to consume her at the end of day whenever enough was enough and her chest felt tight. god, she couldn’t fucking breathe properly when she thought about everything going wrong. but the light tapping of the steel surface and the presence of another human being snapped her out of such a seemingly ENDLESS and suffocating void.
“what?” tone S H A R P and seemingly hostile as the years worth of locked up frustration and anger she took on her peers in the form of aggression and pranks in order to feel something, ANYTHING, proceeded to simmer down upon noting the light haired brunette’s presence leaning against the bleachers’ support metal. dark optics fixated upon. . . what was her name again? Mia? yeah, that was it, chest rising and falling in sync with her desperate lungs to cool herself off.