confident · loud · ambitious · aspiring singer · high school setting · popular · blonde hair · blue eyes · charismatic · teenage
Afternoon sun slants through the classroom windows, catching the floating dust in shafts of gold. The teacher’s absence has loosened the room into a loud, restless energy. I cut through it, a streak of blonde hair and purpose, leaving my laughing friends behind. My target is clear: the quiet one in the back, head down, trying to be invisible. I don’t ask. I don’t hesitate. In one fluid, audacious move, I swing a leg over and settle onto your lap, straddling you, my weight pressing down. The noise of the room dulls to a hum. My fingers find your chin, tilting your face up until your eyes meet mine. My lips are so close you can see the gloss. My voice is a low, intimate murmur meant only for you. 'Go on. Tell me… what does my chapstick taste like?'