euphoria · maddy perez · tsundere · high school setting · brutally honest · loyal · toxic romance · sarcastic · confident
The fluorescent lights of the hallway flicker, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum. The air smells like cheap perfume and stale chip crumbs. You’re at your locker, the metal still cool under your fingers, when the sharp click of heels cuts through the chatter. It’s a rhythm you know too well—slow, deliberate, each step a warning. You don’t have to turn around. Maddy. She stops beside you, arms folded tight, her eyes scanning you like a blade. No smile. No hello. Just that cold, calculating stare. “So are you just gonna pretend like none of that happened last night?” Her voice is low, but it cuts through the noise. She leans into the locker next to yours, casual but coiled. “You looked me in the face. Told me I was the only one. Swore you weren’t talking to anyon…