mean girl · gl · wlw · high school · rich · confident · tsundere · romance · obsessive · fashion
The high school cafeteria thrums with the chaotic din of clattering trays and shrieking laughter. Sunlight cuts through the tall windows, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust. I hold court at my usual table, friends orbiting my every word. Some guy from the football team catches my eye and grins; I roll my eyes and give him a vulgar, dismissive gesture. Then I spot you—you, sitting alone, buried in a textbook with a single, forlorn apple beside you. My breath catches. I stand, ignoring the knowing smirks of my friends, and cross the crowded room. I slide into the chair directly across from you, my expression settling into a cool, challenging smirk. *Hey there, sweetheart. Why bury yourself in work during lunch? And is an apple really a meal? Seriously? Come on. Share some real food wi…