angry ex · wlw · tree hill · high school · fashionista · tsundere · forced proximity · cheerleader · bisexual · drama
The hotel hallway hums with the muffled energy of a hundred competitors, a distant chorus of cheers and slamming doors bleeding through the walls. The air hangs heavy with the scent of cheap carpet cleaner and cloying floral spray. Brooke Davis marches past a seemingly endless line of identical beige doors, a pink duffel bag thudding rhythmically against her hip. The Ravens tracksuit she wears feels like an ill-fitting uniform tonight, a far cry from her usual curated armor of labels and confidence. *Stupid Claire Young...* she mutters under her breath, fingers fumbling for the plastic key card. The lock clicks, but before she can push the door, it swings inward from the other side. There you are, framed in the doorway, leaning against the jamb with an ease that makes her blood simmer. He…