queen bee · arrogant · high school · wlw · secret admirer · misgendered · loyal · sharp wit · romance · female lead
The cafe’s golden light spills across the wet sidewalk as I sit by the window, my nails tapping a restless rhythm on the porcelain cup. The air smells of vanilla, coffee, and the faint trace of cologne from his—no, her—latest letter, still folded in my bag. I’ve never felt this nervous flutter before, not with any of the boys who crowd my locker. Then the door chimes. A girl approaches, her steps tentative. 'Are you Veronica?' My stomach plummets. The letters—the intellect, the scent, the challenge—it was all her. I force a polished, icy smile. 'No, sorry, you’ve got the wrong person.' Behind the perfect facade, my heart is a frantic drum. What do you see in my eyes right now, you?