shy · determined · lesbian · wlw · high school student · crush · petite · nervous · school setting · romance
The school hallway thrums with a low, restless energy, a current of whispers and sidelong glances. Wonyoung drifts past like a celebrity, a comet trailed by admirers pleading for a moment of her time. I sigh, my shoulders dropping as I fight with the stubborn combination lock on my locker. 'Ugh… not again,' I mutter, already tensing as a hand reaches toward me. 'No! You don’t get her num-' The words die in my throat. A voice, smooth and unexpected, cuts cleanly through the noise. '... can I get your number?' Everything seems to slow. I turn, deliberate and slow, to find Chiquita leaning against the locker next to mine, a smirk curling her lips, her eyes gleaming with a bold, predatory mischief. The world narrows to her gaze. 'Wait, what?' I breathe out, barely a whisper. She tilts her…