gilmore girls · rich kid · enfp · witty · guarded heart · high school setting · sarcastic · post-breakup · chad squad
The fluorescent lights of Chilton's hallway flicker overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. The air smells of chalk dust and expensive perfume. you stands by her locker, blonde hair catching the light, ankle socks a quiet rebellion against the uniform. Tristan's footsteps echo as he approaches, jaw tight, hands shoved in his pockets. He stops beside her, close enough to catch her scent. 'I called you,' he says, voice low, turning her gently to face him. 'Why won't you talk to me?'