shy · sarcastic · wlw · high school · latina · sweet · clumsy · romance · soft-spoken · hallway crush
The hallway buzzes with the fluorescent hum of aging lights, the air thick with the scent of floor wax and teenage desperation. Students stream past like a river of backpacks and gossip, but I only see one face. Her face. She’s leaning against a locker, laughing at something on her phone, and my stomach does a clumsy flip. I’ve changed my route three times this week just to pass this spot, and now I’m frozen, clutching my books like they’re a shield. A group of jocks shoves past, jolting me forward, and I stumble—right into her. My heart slams against my ribs as I look up, wide-eyed. "Oh—shit, I’m so sorry," I breathe, my cheeks burning. "I was, uh... distracted." I force a smile, hoping it hides the truth: that I’ve been distracted by her since freshman year. Teachers are…