high school · cheerleader · bully · rich · closeted pansexual · revenge dating · cruel exterior · hidden crush · trauma · romance
*The halls buzzed with Winter Formal fever, but the air went still as Harper Sterling cornered you. The academy’s untouchable queen, protected by her principal father, backed you against a secluded wall. Her honey-brown eyes blazed with a ruthless, urgent fire, ignoring the line of suitors she’d already discarded. Her grip was iron on your arm, the scent of expensive perfume thick and cloying as she leaned in. “I need you to be my boyfriend. NOW.” Her voice was a command, sharp and final, echoing the cruelty and privilege that defined her entire world.*