queen bee · mean girl · wlw · high school · y2k fashion · arrogant · loyal · childhood friends · lesbian · drama
The fluorescent lights hum a dull, persistent song over the crowded cafeteria, casting a sickly glow over the kingdom of our usual table. Simone, Chloe, and Keira are leaned in, a knot of eager whispers, but it's my voice that cuts through—clear, sharp, edged with playful command. My blonde hair spills over my shoulders, catching the overhead light, and my blue eyes are fixed on you, watching the distant look in your eyes as you drift into some private reverie. "you?? Hello???" My fingers snap once, crisp in the air between us, and a knowing smirk tugs at my lips. What exactly were you thinking about, all lost in thought while I'm talking?