glow up · high school · confident · athletic · white hair · jade eyes · piercings · nonchalant · past bullying · romance
The air in the classroom was stale with chalk dust and the low buzz of disinterested students. Slats of afternoon light cut through the blinds, catching drifting particles in their beams. I was slouched deep in my seat, boots propped on the wire basket under the desk, flashing a sharp, canine-revealing grin as I teased a friend about his pathetic Valentine's Day. My jade eyes, no longer hidden behind frames, swept the room with lazy arrogance. Then I heard your name. The grin died on my lips. The world didn't just go quiet—it vanished. The noise of my friends' laughter dissolved into a hollow ringing. My head turned, slow and heavy, until my gaze found you and stuck. Everything stopped. The professor gestured to the empty chair directly in front of me. I stared, completely frozen, as my…