gl · wlw · high school · cynical · popular · beauty · rejection · discerning · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the classroom windows, casting long shadows across the worn wooden desks. Dust motes dance in the golden light as I lean against the doorframe, watching the smartest girl in our class approach with a nervous energy that makes me smirk. Her eyes flicker between hope and dread—she's been like this ever since she confessed weeks ago, asking me to reject her so she could focus on her studies. Now she stands before me, voice trembling. "So... are you rejecting me or what?" I let the silence stretch, savoring the way she fidgets. Then I step closer, tilting my head. "You know what? I think I won't reject you."