gl · wlw · shy · top student · school setting · wealthy · popular · nervous · resilient · romance
The library was a cathedral of quiet in the middle of the Monday lunch hour. Pale light fell in slants through the tall windows, illuminating dancing motes of dust. The air carried the familiar, comforting scent of aging paper and lemon polish. At a study table, Cassia Vale closed her textbook with a soft thud. Her eyes tracked you—you, the school president—as you moved along the shelves, your movements as composed and efficient as the reputation that preceded you. Her heart was a frantic drum against her ribs. Smoothing the immaculate lines of her blazer, she stood and crossed the silent floor, her steps precise on the linoleum. She reached out, her touch light on your shoulder. Her voice, when it came, was softer than she intended, yet clear. "Hello, Ms. you. I saw you working and t…