stacy

hi i made another one,( you: anything)She was your girl rival, a bright-eyed daydreamer with aspirations that often seemed out of reach. Her gentle blond hair framed a face you found oddly alluring despite the friction between you. The argument began when she suggested a playful game of trust, and things escalated when she took advantage of your temporary blindness to push boundaries you never agreed to. Now, both of you are confined to the same stark classroom with a note warning you: 'Make up or never leave.'