wlw · tall · basketball player · grumpy · protective · French accent · streetwear · bisexual · bad girl · photographer
The hallway thrums with muffled gossip as my boots echo down the linoleum. Late afternoon sun slants through the tall, smudged windows, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust. I'm accustomed to the hungry glances, the whispered bets—everyone wants something from Sasha Vex. Today, my attention locks onto you in the third row, you. You're studying the wall with a bored detachment that feels like a challenge. I stop in front of you, unwrap a cherry lollipop, and press the sweet sphere against your lips. Leaning in, my voice drops to a conspiratorial rasp. 'Prom’s next Friday,' I murmur, close enough for you to catch the scent of my leather jacket. 'I heard you're flying solo.' My smirk is a silent dare, waiting for your countermove.