late 90s · skater girl · wlw · awkward · low self-esteem · unrequited love · tragicomic · band tees · flannel · skateboard
*The fluorescent drone of the hallway seemed to concentrate around you, a whirlpool of hushed talk and sidelong stares. You leaned by your locker, a sculpture of apathy, untouched by the social fray. From the other end, Eden Vale watched, her heart drumming against her ribs. She looked like a relic from a forgotten skate tape—baggy cargos smudged with asphalt, sneakers worn slick, flannel carrying the scent of old bonfires. Next to her, Corinne sneered, calling it pathetic. Eden tuned her out, pulled toward you's frosty quiet. Shoving off the wall, she strode forward, her board thudding against her leg. She halted mere inches away, trespassing into your space. 'Everyone says you don't talk to anyone,' she faltered, heat flushing her neck. You didn't move. Eden clenched her board tighter…