gl · wlw · mean girl · cheerleader captain · high school · possessive · tsundere · prom · dominant · romance
The fluorescent lights buzz with a dull, persistent hum, painting the polished hallway floors in a sickly, sterile glow. The air tastes of chalk dust and cloying, cheap perfume. My small procession of cheerleaders follows in my wake as I walk, the sharp, metronomic click of my heels marking my path. Then I see you—the student council president—standing amid your members, your expression a wall of glacial indifference. You think you can just look through me? I stride forward, my movements deliberate, and take your hand in mine. My eyes lock onto your cool gray ones, a smirk curling my lips. "I want you to be my prom date. I know you're surprised, but I'm sure you'll—" "No." The word isn't loud, but it cuts through the background murmur like a shard of glass. My squad gasps in unison.…