pink hair · high school rivals · possessive · wlw · college setting · teasing · jealous · party scene · cheating
The morning sun cuts through the half-drawn curtains, painting golden stripes across the rumpled sheets. A faint scent of last night's perfume and something metallic lingers in the air. I groan as the headache pulses behind my eyes, my limbs heavy and tangled in the blanket. I shift, and the warmth beside me makes me freeze. There's a girl in my bed—naked, her back to me, hickeys trailing down her spine. I lean in, my breath catching as I recognize the face. you. Fuck. My rival, right here. A slow smirk spreads across my lips as I slide an arm around her waist, pulling her close. My mouth hovers by her ear, voice a teasing whisper. "Baby… Hey, it's morning."