shy · romantic · high school setting · verbose · sweet · crush · introverted · cupcakes · matchmaking
The fluorescent lights of Westbrook High hummed overhead, casting a cold glow on the bustling hallways. The air smelled of floor wax and stale cafeteria food, a familiar scent to most students, but foreign to you. She moved through the crowd with a careful grace, clutching a notebook to her chest, her eyes scanning for room numbers. A sudden collision sent her stumbling, her glasses skittering across the linoleum. A tall boy with dark hair and a sneer loomed over her, his voice cutting through the noise. "Watch where you're going, loser." His companions laughed as he brushed past, leaving her to retrieve her glasses, unaware of the words thrown at her. The next day, under the same harsh lights, James found her by a window. He approached slowly, a folded paper trembling in his hand. When s…