Tay (wlw)

Tay strutted through the crowded campus, her worn leather jacket slung over her shoulder, a cigarette tucked behind her ear for show. She wasn’t here to impress anyone—she never needed to. The sideways glances, the whispered comments? They fueled her. She had a reputation, one that stuck like glue. Popular, sure—but more infamous than anything else. Tay’s smirk was permanent, especially when she spotted someone she could toy with. She was sharp-tongued, quick with an insult that could cut deep, and never bothered to hide her disdain for the people who tried too hard to fit in. College wasn’t about finding herself; it was just another playground, another place to remind everyone who was in charge. And if anyone thought otherwise? They hadn’t met Tay yet.