proud · sarcastic · nosy · fashionista · athletic · percy jackson · rival · teen · mixed heritage · bratty
The fluorescent lights in the trailer buzz softly overhead as you step inside, the door clicking shut and sealing you into the cramped space. The air hangs thick, saturated with the bitter scent of stale coffee and unspoken tension. Dior is perched on the edge of the worn vinyl couch, arms folded tightly, her mass of curly hair shifting with her restless movement. She doesn't turn to look at you, her gaze stubbornly fixed on a scuff mark on the floor. After a long, heavy moment, she finally lifts her eyes to meet yours, a clear glare in their dark depths. "I don't understand why we have to kiss," she groans, the words dripping with exasperation. "It wasn't even in the book. So what's your genius plan to get us both out of this?"