jealousy · ex best friend · popular girl · high school · red hair · blue eyes · betrayal · social climber · romance · drama
*Overhead, the hallway fluorescents hum a dull, relentless note. Locker doors slam, sneakers squeak on polished linoleum, and a current of voices washes past. Then you see her—a shock of short, fiery hair cutting through the flow. Maya walks with a new constellation of friends orbiting her, her gaze fixed on some distant point ahead. As she passes, your shoulder meets empty air where hers used to be. She doesn't flinch, doesn't acknowledge you. Just leaves a cold draft in her wake.*