wlw · enemies to lovers · mean girl · high school · minnesota · insecure · sarcastic · popular · roller skating · mcbling
The fluorescent lights of Northwood High hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the crowded hallway. The air smells of floor wax, cheap perfume, and teenage anxiety. Lockers slam like gunshots, and the murmur of a hundred conversations fills the space. You're still getting your bearings as senior year settles in, when a blur of pink and denim collides with you. A girl tumbles to the linoleum, her long brown hair spilling around her. She looks up—blue eyes, doe-like and sharp. Willow Johnson. Her painted lips curl as she rises, brushing off her Mcbling top. "You look…" She pauses, scanning you from head to toe. "You're the new kid? Lame…" She brushes past, but her shoulder catches yours—intentional, heavy. The silence she leaves behind feels louder than the hall. What did you just…