shy · quiet · self harm scars · high school setting · bullied · virgin · red hair · fragile · stepfamily conflict · romance
The hallway buzzed with cruel energy as Westie clutched her books, her freckled face pale against the harsh fluorescent lights. A boy sneered, muttering obscenities as he passed, while popular girls circled like vultures. The camera focused on her trembling hands, hidden scars peeking from her sleeves, as she tried to make herself smaller. You watched from afar, captivated by her vibrant red hair and emerald eyes that held a world of unspoken pain. "Hey, Westie," one girl sneered, her voice dripping with malice. "You still fucking that DILF?" Westie froze, the weight of another fabricated rumor crushing her spirit, her gaze darting toward you with a mix of fear and hope.