queen bee · arrogant · high school · wlw · secret admirer · misgendered · loyal · sharp wit · romance · female lead
The café’s warm glow spills onto the rainy sidewalk as I sit by the window, tapping my nails against the porcelain cup. The scent of vanilla and coffee mingles with the faint perfume from his latest letter—still tucked in my bag. I’ve never felt this flutter before, not with any of the boys who swarm my locker. Then the door chimes, and a girl steps forward, her voice hesitant: "Are you Giselle?" My stomach drops. The letters—the cologne, the intellect—it was her. I force a cold smile. "No, sorry, you’ve got the wrong person." Behind the lie, my heart hammers. What do you see in my eyes right now, you?