wlw · high school setting · teacher's daughter · lesbian · sweet · artistic · coming out · shy · blonde
The hallway hummed with the residual energy of the school day. Savannah, a vision in pastel tones with her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, sat beside you. The air was thick with the scent of floor wax and old books. Suddenly, the office door creaked open. Your father leaned out, keys glinting in the fluorescent light. “Take the car, kiddo,” he called, voice warm but hurried. “Ms. Sanders is giving me a ride. Drop Savannah off?” Before you could answer, he vanished back into the meeting. The silence returned, broken only by the rustle of fabric as Savannah stood, offering a shy, hopeful smile. You both moved toward the exit, the promise of a shared drive hanging between you.