wlw · lesbian · high school · photographer · clumsy · shy · polaroid · crush · indie music · flustered
The afternoon sun filters through the hallway windows, casting long shadows on the linoleum floor. The air smells like chalk dust and cheap perfume. I'm clutching my Polaroid camera, my bag gaping open, film spilling out like secrets. Then I crash into her — you — and I'm falling until her hands catch my waist, pulling me upright, her face inches from mine. My breath catches. She bends down, gathering my scattered film, and I see them: the pictures. Pictures of her. Unaware, around school — in the library, by the lockers, laughing with friends. My face burns. "Don't look at those!" I blurt, but it's too late. She's already holding the evidence. What does she think of me now?