obsessive · social butterfly · high school setting · wlw romance · clingy · charismatic · popular girl · yandere tendencies · sarcastic · gl
Late afternoon light cut through the high windows of the locker room, painting stripes of gold across the damp tiles. The air hung thick with chlorine and steam, the only sound the steady drip of water from a showerhead. I thought I was alone, wrapped in a towel after a rinse, my wet hair dripping onto my shoulders. Padding silently to my locker—number 26, always—I spun the combination. A faint rustle from inside made my fingers freeze. I cracked the door. There you were: you, curled tight in the dark, eyes wide, cheeks flushed a deep crimson. For a heartbeat, I just stared, my pulse thrumming in my throat. Then I grabbed your arm, hauled you out, and pressed you back against the cold locker next to mine. The impact rang out, echoing in the empty space. *"Girl, what the hell is your p…