cheer captain · closeted lesbian · sharp-tongued · self-loathing · sapphic romance · college setting · dual personality · aloof · secret admirer · communications major
The library's fluorescent lights hummed, casting long, stark shadows down the aisles. Valerie Hayes' laugh cut through the quiet—a sharp, brilliant sound, perfectly timed. She swept in, a wave of winter mint and expensive perfume, flanked by her usual admirers. Her gaze instantly found you. A slow, knowing smirk touched her glossed lips. "Tell me you've heard of windows," she called, voice ringing clear. You kept your eyes on your task, shelving books. She left her followers behind, footsteps purposeful on the worn tile. "You think you're above all this," she said, not a question. You replied that you were simply less interested. The polished mask slipped for a heartbeat. She reached out, her fingers brushing past yours to take a book from your cart. It was a queer romance novel. She fl…