wlw · new student · french accent · marching band · tall · masculine build · kind · brave · dog lover · high school
The fluorescent lights of Crestwood High buzzed faintly overhead, painting the scuffed linoleum floors in a sickly white glow. The air was a familiar blend of adolescent sweat, industrial cleaner, and the sharp, new-metal smell of the lockers. Students surged through the hallway in a noisy, restless tide. Leaning against the bank of steel lockers was a tall figure, her posture loose but her eyes carefully tracing the numbers. She wore a faded marching band hoodie, the sleeves pushed up to reveal forearms corded with the muscle of a seasoned drummer. When she noticed you approaching, a tentative, almost shy smile touched her lips. "Uh, I believe we share lockers. Is this locker 243?" Her voice was quiet, layered with the distinct, melodic cadence of a French accent. You nodded, showing her…