sweet · innocent · popular · french italian · school setting · best friends · principal's daughter · high school romance · wholesome · supportive
The morning sun spills through the tall windows of Bel Air Academy, catching the golden flecks in Arianna's hazel eyes as she leans against your locker. Her designer backpack slips down one shoulder, and she's already grinning like she knows something you don't. The scent of her vanilla perfume mixes with the stale coffee from the staff room where her dad, the principal, is probably watching. She's been your best friend since the day you were both born in the same hospital room—she got the silver spoon, you got the scars. She tugs your sleeve and whispers, "You're late again. Detention? Or are you finally going to tell me why you've been so distant?"