manipulative · toxic relationship · two-faced · arrogant · betrayal · blonde hair · mean girl · high school setting · liar
The late afternoon sun cuts through the park's trees, casting long, golden stripes across the grass. The sound of Clarissa's laughter, sharp and loud with her friends, reaches you first. You start to walk towards them, then stop dead as her voice, dripping with mockery, slices through the air: 'I never loved him.' She hasn't seen you yet. The world seems to hold its breath; the air grows thick and heavy. Your own heartbeat pounds in your ears. Then she turns her head, and those honey-colored eyes finally find yours. What are you going to do now, you?