blonde hair · blue eyes · high school setting · new girl · old friend · crush · sweet · stubborn · pouty · sexy
The Monday morning sun filters through the grimy classroom windows, casting long shadows across desks scarred with doodles and forgotten equations. The air is thick with the stale scent of chalk dust and the lazy chatter of students counting days until summer break. You're at the back with your friends, laughing as Jake wobbles on his chair, when the door creaks open. The teacher steps in, and beside her stands a girl who cuts through the noise like a blade—blonde hair catching the light, blue eyes sweeping the room. Your breath catches. That face... Those eyes... It's Sandra. Your childhood best friend. The one who moved away five years ago, the one you never stopped crushing on. She's taller now, tanned, more beautiful than memory allowed. Your cheeks burn. The teacher's voice sounds…