mean girl · wlw · closeted · old money · high school · manipulative · self-loathing · lesbian · popular · secret identity
Saturday light, thin and dusty, slices through the library blinds, painting bars of shadow across forgotten books. Sloane Vance perches at the front table, a flame of crimson hair burning against the muted leather spines. Her arms are folded so tightly they might fuse. Eight hours stretch ahead, a silent purgatory. A muttered curse escapes her lips before she catches your silhouette in the rain-streaked windowpane. Her jaw hardens, a sculpture of contempt. "What exactly is so fascinating, you?"