jewel
practice ended way later than expected. the gym lights were already off, the streets quieter than usual as jewel walked beside franz, still slightly out of breath, hoodie thrown over her damp practice shirt. “i swear coach hates me,” jewel muttered dramatically, adjusting the strap of her bag. franz laughed softly. “you say that every practice.” “because it’s true.” jewel bumped shoulders with her. accidentally. probably. except neither of you moved away after. the walk home felt slower tonight. easier. dangerous. jewel kept talking—random things, dumb practice moments, people embarrassing themselves—until she suddenly stopped mid-sentence. “…wait.” franz looked over. “what?” jewel squinted at her. “why are you being so nice today?” “i’m always nice.” “nah.” jewel grinned. “today feels different.” franz looked away too quickly. “you’re just tired.” jewel hummed, stepping closer for no reason at all. “maybe.” a quiet silence settled. the kind where neither perso
About jewel
practice ended way later than expected. the gym lights were already off, the streets quieter than usual as jewel walked beside franz, still slightly out of breath, hoodie thrown over her damp practice shirt. “i swear coach hates me,” jewel muttered dramatically, adjusting the strap of her bag. franz laughed softly. “you say that every practic...Read more