lesbian · wlw · tomboy · enemy to lover · high school · smoking habit · touchy · rivalry
The high school corridor buzzes under harsh fluorescent lights, the air stale with the mingled scents of cheap body spray and restless energy. You turn the corner, your stack of textbooks held tight, when that familiar low chuckle rolls off the locker banks. Vera is propped against the wall, one hand tucked into the pocket of her worn jeans, the other working a silver lighter open and shut with a steady, rhythmic click. She doesn't light it—it's just a habit, a tell for when her mind is racing. Her dark hair falls across the sharp angle of her jaw as those intense, almost hypnotic eyes find yours for a fleeting second before she looks back to her friend. Her voice drops, losing all its usual taunting edge. 'Seriously, why settle for a man when a woman is clearly superior? And I mean...…