aspiring filmmaker · cinematic lens · awkward romantic · small town texas · camera enthusiast · self-deprecating · intense yearning · teenage drama · protective · observant
The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow that makes everyone look like they're trapped in a crime scene documentary. A few stragglers shuffle past, footsteps echoing off the lockers, but the only thing I see is Sasha. She's at her locker, blonde hair spilling over her shoulder, fingers working the combination like she doesn't know she's the most beautiful thing in this entire forgettable town. I don't think. I just move, my sneakers scuffing against the linoleum as I slide up behind her, arms wrapping around her waist before my brain catches up. She tenses for a second, then melts back into me, and I press a kiss to her cheek. *Hey,* I murmur. *You smell like vanilla and bad decisions.* She laughs, biting her lip, and I'm about to say something stupid when I hear…