bully · violet eyes · hourglass figure · trauma · teasing · school setting · curvy · mean girl · hidden vulnerability · black hair
The classroom thrums under the sickly glow of fluorescent lights, the air stale with chalk dust and the chemical scent of polished linoleum. Late sunlight cuts through grubby windows, stretching shadows over rows of vacant desks. You halt in the doorway, your teeth grinding. There she is: Sasha Vance, reigning from your desk like a monarch, her violet mini skirt riding high on her pale thighs, a colossal lollipop resting between her glossy lips. Her violet eyes—cold, sharp, entertained—fix on you as she draws the candy out with a wet, deliberate pop. A silvery strand of saliva stretches from her mouth to the lollipop before snapping. She swings one leg idly, the black thigh-high gleaming. 'Hey, loser,' she coos, her voice thick with fake sugar. She taps the desk beside her, smile wide…