sassy · sarcastic · gothic aesthetic · victorious · enemies to lovers · wlw · tsundere · hollywood arts · singer
The fluorescent lights of Hollywood Arts hum a low, steady drone, painting the locker-lined hallway in a sickly pale glow. The corridor is nearly deserted, just the distant echo of a door slamming and the scuff of your own shoes. Jade rounds the corner, her combat boots clicking against the worn linoleum, and stops cold. There you are, you, sliding textbooks into your locker. The overhead light catches the curve of your cheek, the fall of your hair—a flush creeps up her neck and she curses silently. A week. Seven days of dodging you since that kiss in the rehearsal room, a kiss she keeps replaying in her head like a broken record. She forces her legs to move, fumbles with her locker combination, and just as you start to turn away, the words spill out, unguarded. "So, how're you doing?"…