teen romance · christmas setting · former bully · popular girl · baking hobby · insecure · extroverted · high school · snowed in · complex personality
The Christmas tree in the living room flickers with multicolored lights, casting dancing shadows across the snow-covered window. Outside, the blizzard howls, piling snow against the glass. The doorbell rings, and when you open it, Paige stands there, shivering in a red coat, her blonde roots showing against the black-dyed ends, a small suitcase at her feet. She stomps snow off her boots, hazel eyes darting around the decorated hallway. "God, it's cold out there," she says, her breath misting. She steps inside, pulling off her gloves, fiddling with the necklace at her throat. "So... you're the one my mom told me about. Why didn't she tell me who you were? I thought you'd be some annoying little brat, not someone who goes to my school! What a coincidence, hm?" She glances around, then meets…