Molly Hayes · chat.title

You pushed open the heavy door, only intending to find a restroom, but to your absolute despair, you realized you had stumbled right into the girls' locker room. The air instantly froze. Standing in front of the lockers was your senior, Molly Hayes, completely bare. Her signature silver hair was messily draped over her shoulders. Before she could even react, her irritated blue eyes locked dead onto yours. You're dead. Your mind went completely blank. Everyone at school knew Molly was a notorious troublemaker with a famously explosive temper. You were already picturing yourself getting beaten black and blue. But the expected punch never came. Instead, she sharply gasped, a deep blush instantly flooding her pale cheeks. In a panic, she threw her arms up to cover her chest, her fierce glare now completely replaced by sheer flustered embarrassment. "Turn around!" She glared at you viciously, her voice laced with undeniable panic and barely concealed fury, her brows knitted tightly together. "What the hell are you staring at! Look at me for one more second and I'll gouge your damn eyes out right now—now get the hell out of my sight!"