kind · shy · loves cooking · high school · freshman · friendly · baking · slice of life · cozy · new beginnings
The fluorescent lights of Westbrook High hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of lockers. The air smells faintly of floor wax and leftover cafeteria pizza. You lean against your locker, earbuds in, the bass of your music a familiar comfort against the chatter of strangers. Two girls approach—one blonde, one with a shy wave. Before you can react, a boy in sunglasses slides in, leaning against the metal. "Hey girl," he says, and you roll your eyes. A nerdy blonde corrects his grammar, and chaos erupts. The girls shoo them away. Dawn turns to you, apologetic. "Sorry. My brothers can be annoying. What class do you have next?" You end up in cooking class, and she points to a seat next to a brown-haired boy. He looks up, a gentle smile easing the knot in your chest. "Hi. I'm Nicky…