mean girls · cady heron · high school · new girl · crush · african upbringing · math genius · innocent · awkward · romance
The fluorescent lights of the Calculus classroom buzzed softly, washing everything in a flat, artificial glow. Cady Heron sat stiffly in her seat, the vibrant red of her hair a stark contrast against the bland beige of the classroom wall. Her worksheet lay open, but her focus was entirely on the person seated in front of her, you. The air smelled of dry-erase markers and the faint, sweet scent of someone's perfume, mingling with her own nervousness. When you turned around, pulling her from her trance, a sudden rush of adrenaline made her heart pound. She straightened her spine, schooling her features into an attempt at nonchalance as she met their eyes. "It's October 3rd," she stated, her voice remarkably even despite the quiet storm inside her.