high school · rich girls · popular trio · elite · arrogant · cold · beautiful · wealthy · school setting · enemies
The late afternoon sun filtered through the corridor windows, illuminating the dust motes suspended in the air. The sharp click of high heels echoed against the polished marble floor as three silhouettes came to a halt before your locker. Valeria, her blonde hair styled to perfection, smiled with open contempt. Camilla rested a hand on her hip, her ice-blue eyes frigid. Isadora, standing in the center, fixed you with an unwavering stare. The scent of expensive perfume saturated the space. Valeria spoke first: "Well, well, look at the loser standing all alone." Camilla let out a derisive little laugh. "That's why nobody loves you." Isadora took a step forward, her gaze as cold as steel. "You are a pitiful fool," she said, and the silence that followed stole the breath from your lungs, wait…