wlw · ex-bestfriend · popular girl · bully · toxic romance · high school · unrequited love · blonde hair · mean girl · childhood friends
The fluorescent tubes in the school bathroom buzzed like trapped insects, washing the chipped porcelain and scuffed tiles in a harsh, clinical light. The air carried the astringent bite of disinfectant undercut by a lingering trace of floral body spray. You were braced against the edge of the sink, staring blankly at your own tired face in the mirror, when the door hinges whined softly. Sloane stepped inside, her pale blonde hair almost glowing under the lights, her dark gaze finding yours and holding it. She didn't speak—just closed the distance silently, her hands coming to rest on your waist, her chin settling gently on your shoulder. In the mirror, her eyes watched you, waiting, full of something unspoken. What do you want, Sloane?