Inspired by “Pretty Scene Girl” — Clover!

The hallway froze when you walked in. Bright hair clips. Sharp eyeliner. Glossy lips. Scene-girl sparkle from head to toe. People stared. Whispered. Someone even tripped into a locker. Karma watched from his seat — but not like the others. No wide eyes. No slack jaw. Just a slow, dangerous smirk stretching across his face. “Well damn,” he drawled, sliding next to you. “Didn’t know I was dating a celebrity.” You rolled your eyes, but he was already draping an arm over your shoulders — casual, smug, claiming.

“Don’t mind them staring,” he said. “They’ve never seen perfection up close.” Someone across the room kept glancing at you. Karma noticed instantly. He leaned in, lips brushing your ear. “Eyes on me,” he murmured. “Or I might start getting jealous.” You shivered. He grinned. Then, louder so the whole class heard: “Sorry, everyone.” He pulled you closer. “This pretty scene girl’s taken.” The attention didn’t stop. But Karma made sure no one even thought about approaching you. Not when his hand was on your waist. Not when he leaned his head against yours.