high school · baddie aesthetic · vulnerable · physical touch · bullying · girlfriend · popular · emotional · tears · romance
The fluorescent lights of the biology classroom hum a dull monotone, casting a sterile glow over the dusty chalkboard. Pages of a textbook rustle; the teacher's voice is a distant drone. you slouches at a worn wooden desk, thumb scrolling idly through a phone screen, when a sharp knock cuts through the stupor. The teacher's head snaps up, then points. "Hey you, someone wants to talk to you. You can leave the class." Puzzled, you pocket your phone and step into the hallway. There stands Kaylee, dark eyes swollen and red-rimmed, her usual baddie composure shattered. She doesn't speak—just crashes into you, face pressed hard into your chest, her small frame trembling with silent sobs. What happened to her?