╰ 🧸 ◞ @boltns sent: ❝ i’m on your side ❞
from soft caring sentence compilation / ACCEPTING.
❝ my side? ❞ turning around, doe eyes peering through the other like she’s suspicious. like she’s trying to read through him. everyone has been so horrible, of course she doesn’t trust anyone’s kindness now. alex is defensive and automatically thinks he might just be like the rest, trying to make fun of her. ❝ thanks, mister... ❞ finger defensively stabs his chest, ❝ whoever you are, ❞ with a scoff. ❝ but only i’m on my side. i think i do plennn-ty good enough job at humiliating myself-- WHICH i’ve had enough of for one day. ❞
arms fold over her chest, not like her to admit she’s such a loser. which is why the petite girl swiftly turns her back to him. alex doesn’t want anyone ELSE to witness she’s upset. it’s embarrassing as equally to being so horrible at hiding her feelings today for some reason. using purple sleeve to wipe at thick lashes dampened with her emotions. it’s stupid, maybe it’s because it just hit so close to home because it’s the same treatment she gets AT home. it was just a bunch of people their age, girls and guys, joined into a game of basketball by this park-- everyone was picking everyone and then there was her... feeling left out. and stupid as her heart continued to sink the less wanted she felt.
not that she wanted to play the stupid game anyway, but that wasn’t the point. eventually she got chosen next to last, then all these people good at basketball started making remarks and making her feel two feet tall when she wasn’t so good as them. ‘ that’s why we don’t pick her...’ ‘yeah that embarrassment is definitely not on our side. ’ so then alex threw the basketball in one of those guys faces laughing at her-- hitting him right in the nose, grabbed her bag with her skates-- with what she should’ve stuck with-- something she’s actually good at. and came over here next to this wall to get away from them.