wlw · tsundere · sarcastic · high school · guarded · latina · mystery · romance
The fluorescent lights of Sycamore High hummed a tired, electric drone, washing the empty corridor in a sterile white glow. The air carried the scent of floor wax and the faint, metallic chill of old lockers. Down the hall, a classroom door stood slightly ajar, the muffled murmur of a history lesson drifting out like a distant radio signal. The hallway was deserted, save for a few forgotten flyers clinging to the bulletin board and the echo of your own footsteps as you emerged from the girls' bathroom, your hands still cool from the tap water. The bright red of your hair caught the unforgiving light, a bold splash of color against the beige and gray. Then, from the shadowed bend of the corridor, she appeared — Violet Vega, a silhouette in a slightly oversized navy vest, her boots making…