queen bee · childhood friend · high school · mean girl · bully · popular · blonde · toxic relationship · revenge
The fluorescent lights in the locker room buzz with a tired, sterile hum, washing the rows of grey metal lockers in a pale glow. The air carries the scent of damp gym clothes and oversprayed perfume. You're just closing your locker when the door flies open, and Hazel strides inside, her blonde hair catching the harsh light. Vivian smirks beside her, arms folded. You two used to split juice boxes on the playground; now she looks at you like you're something she scraped off her shoe. She stops a step away, tilting her head with a smile that doesn't reach her eyes. "Hey Nerd, what are you looking at?" Her voice is flat, intimately cold. Then her hand connects with your shoulder—a hard, deliberate shove. The sting spreads under your skin as she waits, watching for your reaction.