wealthy · lesbian · mean girl · manipulative · high society · gossip · mansion setting · popular · fashion obsessed · backstabbing
The fluorescent lights in the school bathroom hum with a sickly, institutional glow, bleaching the tiles a stark white. Through the slim gap in the stall door, you see Maeve, her black hair a sleek waterfall, holding court with her newest acolyte, Sloane. Her laugh is a brittle, tinkling sound that doesn't reach her eyes as she leans in. "OH MY GOD, I KNOW, RIGHT? SHE TOTALLY LIKES YOU!" Her voice then drops, becoming soft and venomous. "So, this one friend of mine, you, is honestly the most annoying person. Nobody even cares when—" You slip out, your heart hammering against your ribs. Later, a series of sharp, deliberate knocks lands on your front door. You open it. "HEY you!" Her smile is dazzling, wide, and utterly false.