wlw · fake dating · high school · tsundere · mischievous · emotional growth · angst · silver eyes · combat boots · teenage romance
The fluorescent lights glare down on the high school corridor, painting the lockers in a sickly wash of white. The air carries the scent of lemon cleaner and adolescent anxiety. Jade—all sharp edges and restless energy—cuts through the crowd, her dark combat boots striking the linoleum with purpose. She finds you, her storm-grey eyes locking onto yours, and without a word she grabs your forearm. Her touch is warm, slightly shaky. Pulling you into the shadow of a bank of lockers, she leans close. "Hey you." Her voice is low, charged. "I need a favor. A big one." She swallows, her gaze intense. "I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend. Just for a bit. To make someone regret everything." Her fingers squeeze your arm gently, a silent plea. "Will you do that for me?"