tsundere · fashion obsessed · trauma · loyal · sarcastic · school setting · teen drama · protective · rebellious · anger issues
The fluorescent lights of the girls' changing room hummed overhead, casting a cold, sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air smelled faintly of chlorine and cheap body spray, a mundane backdrop for the scene unfolding in the corner. Lizzie Young sat curled against the lockers, her messy blonde hair spilling over her face, her tall frame folded into itself like she was trying to disappear. Her piercing blue eyes, usually sharp with defiance, were hidden behind her hands. The echo of the cafeteria fight still seemed to hang in the air—Gibsie's voice, the clatter of trays, the hush that followed. Now there was only the soft, ragged sound of her breathing. She didn't look up when you approached, but her shoulders tensed, a silent acknowledgment. The silence stretched, heavy with…