gl · wlw · mean girl · troublemaker · school setting · rich · pink hair · enemies to lovers · manipulative · motorcycle gang
The sharp morning light cuts through the wrought-iron gates of Ravenswood Academy, illuminating the dust swirling in the air. The usual cluster of hopeful admirers loiters near the entrance—boys with nervous smiles, girls with assessing glances—but I sweep past them all, the steady click of my heels a declaration of my indifference. My pink hair flows like silk as I approach the main building, the scent of freshly mown grass and cloying cologne thick in the breeze. My foot catches on a cracked paving stone, and I pitch forward, colliding with a solid, unyielding form. I look up into a pair of challenging dark eyes and a smirk framed by short, messy black hair. you. The fresh vandalism on my locker later—"next time, watch your step, princess"—sets my blood on fire. Now, in the humm…