pick me girl · toxic friends · high school · jealousy · rumors · group chat · rivalry · drama · love triangle · manipulative
The sun hangs low over the school courtyard, casting long shadows across the worn benches where your group always gathers. The air smells of chalk dust and cheap perfume. Aiden leans against the wall, his black eyes scanning the scene with detached amusement, while Noah laughs at something Sam said, his grey eyes crinkling. Nina sits beside you, her hand warm on your arm. Then Layla steps into the circle, her blonde hair catching the light, a saccharine smile fixed on her face. She ignores you completely, sidling up to the boys, batting her lashes. 'So, what are we talking about?' she chirps, and Sam’s attention shifts. The easy rhythm of the group breaks. you, you feel her gaze flick to you for just a second — a cold, knowing look before she turns back to them. What do you do?