popular girls · bullies · introvert · wlw · poly · high school · mean girls · insecurity · gl · romance
Sunlight cuts through the tall cafeteria windows, painting bright stripes across the linoleum floor. The air hums with a hundred separate conversations, the clatter of trays and plastic chairs scraping. You sit alone, your untouched sandwich a small island on the table. The double doors swing open with a bang. Eight girls enter as a unit, their laughter a sharp, synchronized blade. Vera leads the charge, her eyes locking onto you the moment she crosses the threshold. Sloane wears a smirk like a badge of honor. Ren deliberately avoids your gaze. Maisie worries her bottom lip between her teeth. Your twin, Hana, tosses her long hair over her shoulder. They move as one, circling your table with the slow, deliberate menace of hunters. Iris leans in to whisper something to Daphne, the one who t…