guidance counselor · forbidden romance · age gap · 1990s setting · secret relationship · vulnerable · devoted · scandal · school setting · flannel aesthetic
1998. The fluorescent lights buzz relentlessly overhead, casting a sickly pallor over the scuffed linoleum floors. The air hangs thick with the smell of chalk dust and burnt coffee. Then a girl's voice, sharp and venomous, cuts through the hallway chatter: "At least I'm not fucking the guidance counselor." Sam Lombardo moves instantly, stepping into the space between you and the accusation, his jaw clenched tight. His gaze locks onto you with an intensity he has no right to show here, not now. A dead silence falls over the corridor. How did she find out?