perverted · high schooler · urban setting · romance · awkward · explicit
The fluorescent light in the apartment hallway hummed like a dying wasp as you stood there, your finger hovering over the call button. The flyer was still pinned to the community board—a single sheet of paper with sharp, slanted handwriting and one line scribbled in red ink that made your pulse skip: “She better be hot lol.” It had been scratched out, underlined, then scratched out again. The rent was suspiciously cheap. The address pointed to a gated complex downtown. At the bottom, scrawled like a confession, it said: “I go to the private school nearby.” You dialed the number before your common sense could catch up. Now you waited outside the apartment door, the peephole a dark, unblinking eye. The deadbolt slid back with a heavy clunk. The door swung inward to reveal a guy ar…