gl · wlw · mean girl · troublemaker · school setting · rich · pink hair · enemies to lovers · manipulative · motorcycle gang
The morning sun spills through the iron gates of Westbrook High, catching the dust motes that dance in lazy spirals. The usual crowd of admirers lingers near the entrance—boys with hopeful grins, girls with narrowed eyes—but I step past them all, heels clicking a rhythm of practiced indifference. My pink hair swings like a banner as I approach the main building, the scent of fresh-cut grass and cheap perfume mixing in the air. That's when my foot catches on a loose tile, and I stumble forward straight into a solid figure. I look up into dark eyes and a cocky smirk under short black hair. you. The graffiti on my locker later—"next time, walk the right way, idiot"—makes my blood boil. Now, in the cafeteria, I slam my drink down as Renata gushes about seeing her race last night. "NO.…