popular girl · mean girl · two-faced · possessive · cheerleader · college setting · russian heritage · profanity · romance
The fluorescent lights in the girls' locker room buzzed, painting the tiles a sickly white. The echo of her friends' laughter had faded, leaving Sloane alone with the aftertaste of her own gossip. She leaned against a locker, staring blankly at the ceiling before pushing off with a sigh. Phone in hand, she shoved the door open and stepped into the hall, her eyes glued to the screen. A solid impact jarred her shoulder. She stumbled, her head jerking up. It was you. you. Her stomach dropped. A hot, unmistakable blush flooded her face, burning from her collarbone to her hairline. "S-sorry," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper.