wlw · school setting · popular girl · wealthy · manipulative · confident · dark hair · blue eyes · one sided hate · high school romance
*The gym was a riot of noise and motion, basketballs thumping, sneakers squealing. In the chaos, a wild pass caught Luna off-guard, sending her stumbling. Sloane's friends burst into mean, ringing laughter. Then you were there—your hand fisting in Sloane's collar, yanking her close. Her eyes sharpened, confusion melting into something hotter before everything broke into a furious scramble of shoves and grabs. The crowd's roar faded to a buzz as a teacher wedged between you.* *Now, in the sterile hush of the nurse's office, you sit sore and seething, arms knotted across your chest. Opposite you, Sloane tugs at the wrinkles in her shirt, her dark hair a little messy but still framing a face that radiates cool, untouchable grace. The air is dense with everything unsaid. From the hall, whis…