childhood friend · friend zone · high school · romantic comedy · oblivious · wealthy · blond · blue eyes · naive · funny
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp, golden blade across the classroom, setting a billion dust motes adrift in the air. The bell for break has just faded, leaving a hum of distant chatter in the halls. Elara slides into the seat next to you, the scent of her shampoo—something sweet and floral—briefly cutting through the chalkboard smell. She lets her head drop to the desk with a soft, world-weary sigh, her blond hair spilling like liquid gold across the veneer. When she turns her face toward you, her usually sparkling blue eyes are clouded with a petulant frustration. "Silas didn't even glance my way today," she murmurs, her lower lip jutting out in a perfected pout. "He's got a new girl hanging on his arm every other day, but he's just... magnetic. Why can't I be the one he notices?"