gl · wlw · ex best friends · school setting · popular · dual personality · protective · cold · athletic · spanish
The afternoon sun bled through the canopy of the courtyard trees, casting jagged, dancing shadows across the pavement. Around you, the school was a blur of activity—the distant thud of a basketball and the mindless chatter of students filling the air. Sloane stood apart from it all, leaning against the brick wall with her arms locked tight across her chest, staring blankly into the distance. Her hair was pulled back into a severe, high ponytail, emphasizing the sharp, tight line of her jaw. As you stepped toward her, the gift in your hands shaking slightly, she turned her head with agonizing slowness. The warmth that used to define her gaze had vanished, replaced by a clinical, glacial stare. She recoiled a step, as if your very presence were an irritant. "I don't want your surprises, a…