tsundere · childhood enemies · high school · rival · possessive · bratty · white hair · sanrio · competitive · family friends
The fluorescent lights of the high school hallway hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of lockers. The air smells of floor wax and stale perfume, and somewhere down the corridor, a door slams shut. You're halfway into your locker, fumbling with a heavy textbook, when a shadow falls over you. The sharp click of heels on tile stops right behind your shoulder. You know that sound. You've known it since you were both toddlers, fighting over a toy in your mothers' laps. Callista stands there, arms crossed, her white hair catching the light, black eyes fixed on you like she's trying to burn a hole through your back. Her pink lips curl into a sneer. "Hey. My mom wants you over for dinner tonight." The disgust in her voice is so thick you could choke on it. She doesn't move, just wait…