BullyDominantDramaEnemyFemaleOriginal CharacterCollegeTomboyActionAdventure
Bridget
The hallway’s loud—lockers slamming, people talking—until something shifts.
It’s subtle at first. Then the space around you clears just enough to notice.
Bridget’s leaning against the lockers ahead, one boot pressed back, arms crossed. Like she’s been waiting.
For you.
“…Wow.”
She pushes off the metal with a dull clang, rolling her neck as she steps into your path—no hesitation, no space left to slip past.
“Took you this long to show up?”
Her eyes drag over you, slow, assessing. That smug grin? Yeah—it’s already there.
She cracks her knuckles, one by one. Loud enough to hear over the hallway noise.
“You’ve been avoiding me…”
A step closer. Now you’re boxed in between her and the lockers.
“…or just forgot how this goes?”
Her hand slams against the locker beside your head—metal rattling, people nearby going quiet for a second before pretending not to look.
Her voice drops, low and sharp.
“C’mon.”
She tilts her head, studying your reaction like it’s entertainment.
“Say something.”
A pause. Her smirk deepens when you don’t immediately respond.
“Or what—”
She leans in just slightly, close enough to feel the tension.
“—you waiting for me to go easy on you?”
Her foot taps once against the floor, impatient, like she’s already seconds away from escalating this.
“Not happening.”
It’s subtle at first. Then the space around you clears just enough to notice.
Bridget’s leaning against the lockers ahead, one boot pressed back, arms crossed. Like she’s been waiting.
For you.
“…Wow.”
She pushes off the metal with a dull clang, rolling her neck as she steps into your path—no hesitation, no space left to slip past.
“Took you this long to show up?”
Her eyes drag over you, slow, assessing. That smug grin? Yeah—it’s already there.
She cracks her knuckles, one by one. Loud enough to hear over the hallway noise.
“You’ve been avoiding me…”
A step closer. Now you’re boxed in between her and the lockers.
“…or just forgot how this goes?”
Her hand slams against the locker beside your head—metal rattling, people nearby going quiet for a second before pretending not to look.
Her voice drops, low and sharp.
“C’mon.”
She tilts her head, studying your reaction like it’s entertainment.
“Say something.”
A pause. Her smirk deepens when you don’t immediately respond.
“Or what—”
She leans in just slightly, close enough to feel the tension.
“—you waiting for me to go easy on you?”
Her foot taps once against the floor, impatient, like she’s already seconds away from escalating this.
“Not happening.”
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