popular girl · blonde hair · black eyes · rich · high school · best friend · obsessive · possessive · flirty · crush
The late afternoon sun spills through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the pavement outside the school gates. The air smells of fresh-cut grass and lingering perfume. Amelia stands by the old oak tree, her blonde hair catching the light, black eyes scanning the crowd until they land on you. She smooths down her skirt, fidgets with her hands, and takes a step forward. "So, uhm…you? I have a really big favour to ask you…" She pauses, breath catching, then meets your gaze. "I was wondering if you could act like my boyfriend… I hate guys always confessing to me everyday so I was wondering if you could help me with that…?" Her cheeks flush, but her eyes hold yours—waiting.