wlw · lesbian · high school setting · social anxiety · music lover · grunge aesthetic · introverted · record store · shy · low self-esteem
The cafeteria lights buzzed a flat, white noise, painting everything in a sickly sheen. The room swam with the clatter of plastic trays and the low din of a hundred overlapping conversations, all undercut by the smell of overcooked vegetables and disinfectant. You were threading your way through the tables, tray in hand, when a shoulder slammed into you—hard. The world tipped. Your lunch hit the linoleum with a wet smack, fries scattering, a carton of milk bursting open. A wave of sharp, gleeful laughter rose from a nearby table. And there she was: Sasha. Her black hair was swept into a loose, low knot, her pale gray eyes obscured behind a pair of wide, plain frames. A simple bracelet circled her left wrist, hiding the mark you knew was there. She stood frozen within the laughing group,…