popular girl · school setting · bully · athletic · mean · fake confession · dominant · glasses · high school
The low sun cuts through the grimy hallway windows, stretching shadows across the scuffed linoleum. The distant bang of a door fades into the persistent buzz of the overhead lights. You're hunched at your locker, wrestling with a stubborn latch, when a mix of sweet perfume and sharp sweat hits the air. Sloane Vance leans against the locker next to yours, her black tank top taut over her athletic shoulders, her glasses flashing in the dull light. Her crew of girls huddle a few steps back, phones already poised. She smirks, cruelty bright in her eyes, and cants her head. "You really thought I liked you," she says, her voice a soft, taunting whisper. She pushes off the metal and takes a half-step closer, looking you over slowly. "What's wrong, you? Cat got your tongue?"