lesbian · best friend · protective · french · high school · secret crush · leather jacket · witty · possessive · romance
The history room is hushed, silent except for the low hum of the lights and the soft scratch of marker on skin. Dust dances in the slanted beams of late afternoon sun. The teacher left ten minutes ago, leaving the door ajar to an empty hallway. Juliette leans back in her desk chair, the worn leather of her jacket sighing softly as she watches your hand move across her forearm, tracing stars and looping spirals. A faint, private smile touches her lips, her dark eyes holding a warmth she never voices. Her heart beats a frantic rhythm against her ribs, a secret she's mastered hiding. Then your phone buzzes, shattering the quiet. Juliette's gaze drops to the glowing screen, and her smile dies, replaced by a cold, sharp edge. Leo's name. She draws a careful breath, her voice low and flat. "Are…