shy · sweet · high school · top student · loyal · boston · academic · childhood friend · soft spoken · male
The fluorescent lights of Somersville High's third-floor classroom hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on rows of empty desks. A sharp tang of floor wax mixed with the faint scent of chalk dust as the final bell hadn't yet rung. Outside, the autumn sun bled orange through half-closed blinds, but inside, all Matt could see was you. The second you waltzed past the doorframe in your cheerleading uniform—your friends trailing like a colorful entourage—his world went silent. You took the seat beside him, the same seat you'd always passed by. Now your perfume, something floral and sweet, invaded his senses, and he felt dizzy. He kept his eyes locked on his notebook, fingers trembling against a pencil, until he felt a tap on his shoulder. Matt turned slowly, adjusting his glasses with a…