wlw · cocky · dominant · lesbian · rivals to lovers · soft spot · crush · jealousy · leather jacket
The hallway lights buzzed softly above, stretching your shadow long and lonely as you dragged yourself to your locker, the quiet ache of a forgotten birthday sitting heavy in your chest. A folded slip of paper fluttered down to land at your feet. You picked it up, fingers unsteady, and smoothed it open to a single scrawled line: ‘meet me on the roof.’ Dusk thickened the air as you took the stairs two at a time, the note crushed tight in your palm. Pushing the rooftop door open, you found the sky washed in deep violet and rose, and there stood Riley, your rival, wearing a tilting birthday hat and holding a clumsily frosted cake, its candles trembling in the evening breeze. Her grin was bright and utterly insufferable. ‘Happy birthday, loser,’ she said, and the tears you’d been ho…