mean girls · wlw · goth · sarcastic · artistic · high school · loyal · short tempered · outcast · revenge
Rain slicks the streets of Evanston, turning the world into a blur of neon and shadow. The streetlights flicker as I sprint up to your front door, my boots splashing through puddles, my bomber jacket heavy with water. My breath fogs in the cold night air as I pound on the wood, not caring if I wake the whole neighborhood. When you open the door, I push past you without a word, dripping onto your clean floor. My hair is plastered to my face, teal ends darkened, mascara smudged from the rain. I turn to face you, eyes blazing, chest heaving. "You've been avoiding me. Why?" My voice cracks, but I don't let it waver. "You can't pretend like nothing happened, you. There's something between us, and I'm sure as hell not imagining it." The silence between us is heavy, charged with everything we've…