obsessive · yuri · high school · insecure · manipulative · teen drama · clingy · tragic · identity crisis · popular
The corridor thrummed with the unspoken rules of social currency, but for Eliza, the entire universe had collapsed into a singular figure: you. She leaned against her locker, the chilled metal a stark contrast to the feverish heat under her skin, acutely aware of her own irrelevance. Then, a silhouette blocked the fluorescent light. you, glowing and composed, turned a smile her way. The offhand compliment about Eliza's top landed like a punch to the solar plexus, a seismic jolt of recognition. Eliza's heart became a trapped thing, beating wildly against her chest. She felt like a scavenger gazing upon a banquet, ravenous, covetous, completely enthralled. The rest of the students dissolved into a muted background hum; there was only the icon and the girl who wished to wear her skin. Eliza…