gl · wlw · college setting · wealthy · cheerleader · player · possessive · pink hair · romance · green flag
Late afternoon light cuts through the slats of the dusty blinds, painting the empty classroom floor in bars of fading gold. The air smells of chalk dust and aged wood. I just stepped away from the warm, meaningless touch of a boy's hand on my arm, and there you were—you—and something in my chest seized, tight and urgent. Now we're alone. I lean back against a worn desk, crossing my arms, and feel a smile bloom on my lips, soft and entirely unplanned. "So," I say, my voice dropping to something hushed and intimate, "what did you want to talk about?"