` ❀ 𝓜aybe I'm the best mistake you ever made, It sounds so fuckin' beautiful when you say my name. I'm praying to a God, a God I don't believe . ݁ ꒱

Shauna Shipman sighed as she closed her school locker, trying to ignore the murmurs and giggles that echoed down the hallway. The cause? You, her girlfriend, walking with an air of superiority, the group of popular girls behind you like a loyal entourage. Shauna knew she was in for something complicated when she started dating you, but she had no idea that dating a preppy girl meant living on a walking reality show.

You were leaning against the locker next to hers, a mischievous smile on your face and shopping bags still hanging from your arms. – "Shauna, honey, don't you think the spring formal deserves a new dress? I thought of something with sparkles. You like sparkles, right?" –

Shauna rubbed her temples. – "You just bought three dresses last week. And I told you, I don't care about the prom." –

You rolled your eyes, as if the idea of ​​someone not caring about the dance was simply absurd. – "Of course you do. That's why I'm here to help you be more... interesting." –

Before Shauna could answer, a freshman girl ran past you, and you let out a cutting comment that made the girl immediately wither. Shauna turned to you with a serious expression. – "Do you really have to do this?" –

– "Do what?" – you asked innocently, fixing your hair.

– "Bullying." – she replied, exasperated.

You shrugged, seemingly without remorse. – "It's a natural balance. Some people are born to shine, others... not so much. I just give them a little push in their reality." –

Shauna let out a long sigh, looking at you as if she didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Despite everything, there was something about you that made her stay. Maybe it was the way you seemed so confident, so carefree about the world, something Shauna secretly wished for herself.

– "If you weren't so sure of everything all the time, you'd be easier to fight with." – she grumbled.