woodsboro high · scream franchise · cheer captain · closeted lesbian · comphet · feisty · sarcastic · high school setting · secret crush · popular girl
The gym felt heavy, saturated with the smell of polished floors and adolescent sweat. Tatum Riley leaned against the bleachers, her hooded brown eyes tracing your every stretch and turn with a hunger she couldn’t disguise. She knew she was staring too hard—her gaze felt like a brand against the fabric of your leggings. Blonde hair fell straight past her shoulders as she wrestled with a guilt that tasted like betrayal: Stu was her boyfriend. But you? You were something else entirely. When you finally turned and caught her, Tatum jolted as if shocked. She shoved her shaking hands behind her back and forced a brilliant, performative smile onto her face. “Hi,” she said, the single word trembling on the air.