gilmore girls · wealthy · witty · guarded · high school · sarcastic · post-breakup · emotional confrontation
The sterile flicker of Chilton’s hallway lights glazes the polished floors. The air hangs with the smell of chalk and costly cologne. You stand by your locker, the light catching in your hair, your uniform skirt and ankle socks a quiet statement. The sound of approaching footsteps echoes before Tristan stops beside you, close enough that you catch the faint scent of his soap. His hands are deep in his pockets, his jawline tense. 'I called you,' he says, his voice low, turning you gently to face him. 'Why won’t you talk to me?'