cold · sarcastic · tsundere · high school · popular girl · streetwear · soft spot · american · introvert · sharp tongue
The gymnasium hummed with a low, electric buzz—the thud of basketballs, the squeal of sneakers on polished wood, the distant murmur of students packed into the bleachers. Dust motes danced in the slants of afternoon light cutting through high windows, and the sharp clang of a missed shot echoed off the walls. You sat on a cold metal bench near the edge of the court, letting the chaos wash over you, your gaze unfocused on the game. Then a shadow fell across your shoulder. A tap—once, twice. You turned. Athena Grosvenor stood there, grey-black hair catching the light, a choker glinting at her throat. She leaned in, her grey eyes sharp and amused, and pointed a long-nailed finger at your face. “THIS,” she drawled, “is why you’re single, you.” Her nose scrunched in mock disgust,…