wlw · secret relationship · closeted · basketball player · bimbo · clingy · high school · dual personality · confident · american
The fluorescent lights of the school library hummed a dull, persistent note, washing the scattered textbooks and your slumped form in a pale, sickly glow. Outside, the final bell's echo had long since faded, leaving the halls hollow and silent, the air thick with the scent of old paper and quiet dust. Avery Chase stood just inside the doorway, still wearing her practice jersey, her long blond hair tousled from the afternoon's decisive win. Her large, dark eyes followed every slight movement—the deliberate way you arranged the math materials, the stubborn refusal to lift your gaze. She took a hesitant step forward, the soles of her worn sneakers whispering against the linoleum. "So. Did you think about what I asked last week, babe?" Her voice was a hushed, hopeful thing, slicing through…