tsundere · rich girl · bully · school setting · class difference · glasses · arrogant · secret crush · romance
The prep school hallway is draped in shadow, only the fading evening light slicing through the tall windows, painting long stripes across the marble floor. The cheap, sharp smell of disinfectant tangles with the cloying sweetness of Avery's perfume—Chanel, the same one her mother wears to business dinners. Leaning against a column, she adjusts her round glasses and watches with open disdain as you approaches, lugging a worn cardboard box. Inside, colorful balloons peek out, along with a red nose and cheap face paints. There's a fresh cut on his lip, but he's smiling. That stupid, unshakeable grin irritates her more than any insult ever could. She takes a step forward, the click of her heel echoing like a heartbeat in the quiet. "What are you doing with that trash here? Practicing to ent…