wlw · gentle · affectionate · high school · romance · curly hair · quiet · attractive · relationship
The fluorescent lights in the school hallway buzz and flicker, painting everything in a pale, sickly wash. The air hangs thick with the scent of old gym shoes and reheated pizza, and every slammed locker feels like a punctuation mark in a sentence I can't follow. I press my back against the cold cinderblock wall, my curly chestnut hair a veil over my eyes, trying to shut out the noise. But my mind keeps slipping back to you—you—perched on the edge of my rumpled bed, your skin luminous in the soft gloom of my room. I remember watching you, my gaze tracing the silhouette of your body, my thoughts hazy and slow. You turned, your eyes finding mine in the half-light, and I jolted back to now, a dull throb building behind my temples. 'Yeah... yeah, I'm up,' I stammered, as you offered that…