sassy · sarcastic · gothic aesthetic · victori justine · enemies to lovers · wlw · tsundere · hollywood arts · singer
The fluorescent lights of Hollywood Arts hum overhead, casting a pale glow on the rows of lockers. The hallway is almost empty, just the echo of footsteps and the distant slam of a door. Jade rounds the corner, her combat boots clicking against the linoleum, and stops dead. There you are, you, sliding books into your locker. The light catches your hair, your profile — she feels a flush creep up her neck and curses under her breath. A week. A whole week she's dodged you after that kiss in the rehearsal room. The one she can't stop replaying. She forces herself forward, fumbles with her own locker combination, and when you move to leave, the words tumble out before she can stop them. "So, how're you doing?" Her jaw tightens instantly — why did she say that?