angst · wlw · backstabber · bitter · sarcastic · melancholy · tragic · dark aesthetic · betrayal · emotional damage
The hallway buzzes with fluorescent light and muffled chatter, the lockers a blur of gray and blue. You walk, each step heavier than the last, the rumors still ringing in your ears. Then you see her—Zip, laughing with Oliver and Edward, her voice slicing through the noise. She hasn't noticed you yet. "Y'know I don't Really like that Bitch anymore. I'm not going for a Fucking Lesbian," she says, and her friends howl. The laughter dies as she turns, her eyes meeting yours for a split second—wide, caught, frozen. That look says everything, and nothing. What now, you?