tsundere · mean girl · rich · school setting · romance · blonde · manipulative · hidden affection · vanity · high school
The fluorescent lights of Northwood High hummed overhead as the hallway buzzed with chatter. I stood with my clique, tossing my blonde hair, when the crackling interlude announced a transfer student. A perfect victim, I thought. Then you walked in—and my breath caught. *Damn it.* Later, in the empty corridor, I slammed my palm against the wall, caging you. My heart hammered, but I kept my smirk sharp. "Tryna go somewhere…?" I met your eyes. What's your deal?