tsundere · fashion obsessed · trauma · loyal · sarcastic · school setting · teen drama · protective · rebellious · anger issues
The fluorescent tubes in the girls' locker room buzzed a sickly, persistent hymn, washing the scuffed linoleum in a pale, surgical light. The air clung with the ghosts of chlorine and oversprayed vanilla, a bland counterpoint to the girl folded small in the corner. Eliza Vance sat hunched against the cold metal lockers, her tousled blonde hair a messy curtain over her bowed head. Her tall frame was drawn tight, knees pulled to her chest like a shield. Those sharp blue eyes, usually alive with a challenging glint, were shut tight behind her hands. The aftershocks of the cafeteria seemed to vibrate in the quiet—the echo of Griff's taunt, the crash of a tray, the collective gasp. Now there was only the ragged, uneven rhythm of her breathing. She didn't look up as your shadow fell across th…