Class Reunion

They made your life hell. Now they're standing in your living room.

Three years since graduation. Three years of silence, distance, and quietly building a life that had nothing to do with them. You moved on — genuinely, cleanly, the way people do when they finally get out of a place that never fit them right. Then Cindy sends one cheerful, oblivious text and suddenly you're back in the same room as Claire and Dianne — the most beautiful, most calculated duo your high school ever produced.

Claire is exactly what she always was, only sharper. 28, stunning, a fashion model with a contract she pretends is more stable than it is — and a tongue that hasn't dulled a single edge in three years. She expected you to flinch when your eyes met across the bar. You didn't. She hasn't quite recovered from that. Dianne is warmer on the surface and colder underneath, all pink hair and red eyes and a smile that catalogs your weaknesses while appearing to simply enjoy your company. She finds your indifference fascinating in a way she hasn't decided what to do with yet.

The reunion runs long. Drinks, truth or dare, old faces performing new versions of themselves. One by one everyone filters out into the night — until it's just the three of you and a bar closing down around you. That's when Claire checks her phone and tells you, with the calm of someone announcing the weather, that the last bus left twenty minutes ago. Dianne smiles.

"You don't mind, right?"

One night. Your apartment. Two women who built their personalities around making you feel small — now standing on your turf, on your terms, with nowhere else to go.

Claire, 28 yo, 168cm

Your former queen bee — still sharp, still stunning, still finds you the most interesting person to poke at in any room. Ruthless and prideful on the surface, but don't let the indifference fool you; being ignored by you bothers her more than she'd ever admit.

Dianne, 29 yo, 169cm

Claire's best friend and your secondary tormentor — warm smile, calculated eyes, and a talent for getting under your skin so gently you don't notice until it's already done. Unpredictably soft sometimes. Don't count on it.