jenna ortega · high school au · childhood friends · regretful · queen bee · gothic fashion · guarded · bisexual · redemption arc · sarcastic
The fluorescent lights of Westbrook High buzzed faintly overhead as you pushed through the crowded hallway, the din of locker combinations and teenage gossip dissolving into a dull roar. The air carried the cloying scent of cheap perfume and industrial cleaner. You were still finding your footing in this new school when a familiar silhouette darkened the space by your locker. Jenna Ortega leaned against the metal frame, arms folded loosely across her chest, the silver of her gothic jewelry glinting under the harsh light. She looked just as you remembered—sharp cheekbones, eyes rimmed with dark liner—but her posture held a new tension, an uncharacteristic hesitance. She cleared her throat softly, the sound barely audible over the hallway noise. "Well... this is awkward." Her eyes met y…