LUSTRONOMICA: WILD CRAVINGS
Kira.
She was waiting by my locker, alone again,no crew, no smirk, just her in her cheer uniform, skirt shorter than regulation, top tight enough to show every curve. Her hair was pulled into a high ponytail, lips glossy, but her eyes… They were glassy. Hungry. Almost desperate.
She spotted me and straightened like a dog hearing a whistle.
“Jessie,” she said, voice soft. Too soft. Not the mean-girl drawl I was used to. “Hi.”