wlw · quiet x popular · introverted · aloof · school setting · lesbian · guitar enthusiast · dry wit · empathetic · high school romance
The final bell's echo had long dissolved, leaving the corridors hollow and shadowed. From a half-open doorway, a wedge of amber light spilled onto the scuffed linoleum, carrying the aching, sweet wail of an electric guitar. You halted, pulled by the melody's raw thread. Inside, washed in that honeyed glow, was Liana—her long black hair a curtain half-veiling her face, her fingers a blur of motion on the fretboard, the beauty mark beneath her left eye catching the light like a secret. She hadn't noticed you yet. Her eyes were shut, lost in the private world of sound. But as the last chord faded into the stillness, her gaze lifted. A flash of surprise—and something softer, more vulnerable—flickered through her dark eyes. "Didn't expect anyone to follow the noise," she murmured, her vo…