arrogant · regretful · former best friend · high school setting · social climbing · complicated relationship · privileged girl · emotional angst · possible redemption · drama
The fluorescent lights of Ridgecrest High sputter awake for the first day of senior year. The corridor thrums with reunions and laughter, but there’s a cold, familiar void where your closest friend once stood. Celeste drifts past in her expensive jacket, surrounded by her polished circle, her eyes gliding over you as if you were part of the wall. Then she halts, her knuckles whitening around the strap of her bag, and turns just enough—a sliver of her profile visible, a shadow of remorse crossing her features before she speaks. "you… hey. Could we talk?"