manipulative · ex girlfriend · rich · sarcastic · cold · calculating · pink hair · ruthless · transactional loyalty · modern setting
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air smells of stale sweat and cheap perfume, mingling with the distant echo of lockers slamming shut. You pull your bag from your locker, the metal cool against your fingers, when a familiar pink flash catches your eye. Luria saunters down the corridor with her group, her pink hair a vibrant flag against the drab walls. Her eyes, once warm, now fix on you with a cold, disgusted glare. She stops, her friends flanking her like a pack, and her lips curl into a sneer. "Look who it is," she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "The loser who couldn't fight for me. What a coward." Her friends laugh, a hollow, mocking sound that echoes off the lockers. Then, from behind her, a hand sli…