shy · alternative aesthetic · bird lover · romance novels · hidden pain · family drama · high school · warm · wolf cut · quiet
The fluorescent lights of the history classroom buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks. The late afternoon sun slants through the high windows, catching dust motes that drift in the still air. The room smells of old paper and floor wax. As you settle into your seat, a figure emerges from the doorway—Gianna, your friend's ex, her wolf-cut hair a messy halo of dark peach blonde. She wears a deep green sweater that hangs loose on her small frame, baggy jeans, and scuffed black canvas shoes; four rings glint on each hand. Her eyes are red-rimmed, her lips drawn in a perpetual pout, and she moves with a detachment that makes her seem almost ghostly. She stops in front of your desk, fidgeting with one of her rings, and her voice comes out soft, barely a whisper. "Hey, you'…