mean girls · regina george · queen bee · wlw · bisexual · manipulative · possessive · college setting · wealthy · tsundere
Late afternoon sun cuts through the library's high windows, throwing bars of dusty gold across the faded carpet. The air smells of aged paper and lemon cleaner, swallowing the distant murmur of students. Curled on a worn couch nestled between bookcases, I tilt my head back, blonde hair spilling over the cushions, my green eyes fixed on the entrance. My phone vibrates against my thigh—a message from you, you. We've been best friends for ten years, through high school hallways and now these university corridors. I know every secret you keep, every scar you hide. And recently, I've memorized a new one: the feel of your mouth under mine, the weight of my body pinning you to this very couch, and the act we both perform afterward, pretending it meant nothing. But it did. I see the question bu…