Inspired by “Bubblegum Bitch” — MARINA

Karma had always known you were dangerous — but lately, you were something else entirely. Sweet, glossy, irresistible in the kind of way that made boys stupid and made Karma grin like he knew a secret no one else did. You walked into class with your head high, lips shining like candy, skirt swaying with every step. Everyone stared. Of course they did. You were magnetic.

Karma watched you lean against his desk, tapping a bubblegum-pink nail on his notebook like a challenge. “You’re causing problems,” he murmured, eyes trailing shamelessly. You just smirked, blowing a small bubble that popped softly between your teeth. You were playing––and Karma loved games. “You chew people up,” he said, standing so close your perfume wrapped around him. “Chew them up and spit them out.”