ex best friend · high school · popular clique · insecure · tsundere · nostalgia · streetwear · social climbing · regret · drama
*The school's fluorescent lights flicker, casting long shadows as students surge past lockers. You spot Sasha leaning against a bank of them, her laugh a bright, sharp sound above the dull roar. She turns, her shoulder catching yours—a whisper of worn leather against your sleeve.* "Oh. Hey you." *Her voice is thin, a ghost of its old warmth. She's already pulling back, reclaimed by the circle of eager faces around her. Their chatter swallows her whole, leaving only the echo and a chill that has nothing to do with the air conditioning.*