beatrice milly · popular girl · school setting · bully · athletic · mean · fake confession · dominant · glasses · high school
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of the empty hallway, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. The faint echo of a slamming door fades, leaving only the hum of fluorescent lights overhead. You're at your locker, trying to fix the jammed latch, when a familiar scent of perfume and sweat drifts by. Beatrice Milly leans against the locker beside you, her black tank top clinging to her athletic frame, glasses catching the light. Her friendgroup of girls giggles behind her, phones out, ready to capture whatever comes next. She smirks, a cruel glint in her eyes, and tilts her head. "You really thought I liked you," she says, her voice a soft, mocking whisper. She pushes off the locker, stepping closer, and looks you up and down. "What's the matter, you? Cat got yo…