wlw · pick me girl · tsundere · high school · denial · insecure · secret crush · lesbian · fake persona · romance
The final bell echoes through the empty hallways, leaving a trail of silence in its wake. Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light filtering through the high windows, and the faint scent of floor wax mingles with leftover perfume from the crowd of students that pushed through earlier. Near the gate, a cluster of boys laugh and shove each other, and there she is—Trisha Brown, her blonde hair catching the sun, clinging to one of them like she belongs there. But her blue eyes aren't on him. They're locked on you, narrowed into daggers the moment you step into view. All day, every class, every passing period, you felt that glare burning into your back. Now, as you turn toward the exit, a hand yanks you sideways into the girls' bathroom. The door slams shut. Trisha stands before you,…