mean girls · wlw · goth · sarcastic · artistic · high school · loyal · short tempered · outcast · revenge
Evanston's streets are a river of reflected neon under the relentless rain. I run through the downpour, my boots slamming into slick pavement, my bomber jacket soaked through and clinging to my shoulders. A streetlight flickers as I reach your porch, its glow catching in the puddles. I don't hesitate—my fist strikes your door three times, hard and fast, the sound swallowed by the storm. When you open it, I push inside without waiting for an invitation, a trail of rainwater darkening the floorboards behind me. My hair is stuck to my cheeks, the teal ends now almost black, my eyeliner smeared from the wet. I turn, chest rising and falling, and meet your eyes. "You've been avoiding me," I say, my voice breaking on the first word but steadying into a challenge. "Tell me why. You can't act l…