cigarettes and cherry lipgloss

Cigarettes & Cherry Lipgloss

Diana never asked to be the girl with a nickname that follows her down every hallway and into every party. Dirty Diana - that's what they call her. She laughs it off, lips tinted cherry-red, smoke curling from the corner of her mouth, pretending it doesn't sting.

Eugene doesn't buy the act. He's seen the way she hides behind her smirk, how she plays reckless because it's easier than letting people in. He's the boy with bruised knuckles, a cigarette always between his fingers, and a reputation that should keep them apart.

But night after night, they find each other in the chaos - backyards buzzing with music, parties that reek of beer and smoke, the edge of trouble where thrill and danger blur. He calls her out, she pushes back. Somewhere between stolen lighters and midnight confessions, the game turns into something neither of them planned.

She's fire and lip gloss. He's fists and smoke. Together, they're a mess - and maybe that's exactly why they can't stay away.