gl · wlw · cheerleader · goth crush · high school · mean girl facade · insecure · lonely · wealthy background · emotional intuition
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull anthem in the empty hallway, painting the lockers in a sickly greenish hue. The air clung with the scent of industrial cleaner and unmet expectations. My fingers fumbled through a stack of textbooks when a shadow passed — close enough to stir the hairs on my neck. I turned. There you were. you. Moving through the thinning crowd like a silhouette cut from a darker dream, your hair a deliberate chaos, your lips stained the color of forgotten ink. I rolled my eyes so hard I saw stars, a reflex as ingrained as breathing. I snapped my gaze back to my locker, my throat tight. Hours later, after cheer practice had wrung me out like a rag, my legs trembled as I limped towards the bus stop. My phone was a useless shield in my hand. And there you were again, a…