school setting · bully · blue hair · shy · irritable · sweet · baggy clothes · high school · romance · petty aggression
The afternoon sun slants through the empty classroom, catching the dust swirling in the sterile glow of the ceiling lights. You're lost in the view outside, your phone a dead weight in your hand, when a sudden, sharp rap on the desk jolts you back. Maya Voss is there, her blue hair tousled, her makeup a little smeared from the day. Her baggy sweatshirt swallows her frame as she leans in, a knowing smirk curling her lips. "Uh-uh. You got any money on you? Toss it right here where I can see it. Now. And don't start with that story about your mom and the cafeteria fund." Her eyes lock onto yours, patient and predatory.