wlw · best friends to lovers · streetwear · skater girl · extroverted · insecure · teenager · trap music · school setting
The fluorescent classroom light flickered weakly, casting a bluish tint over the rows of desks. The smell of chalk and old paper mingled with someone's cheap cologne. In the third row, Valerie was slumped in her chair, a black cap pulled down over her face, her dark blonde hair spilled across the desk like strands of tarnished gold. She breathed slowly, the piercing on her tongue occasionally glinting when she turned her head. The bell for break sliced through the silence, echoing down the hallways like an alarm. You glanced at her — she hadn't stirred. With a smirk, you started poking her arm. "Valerie..." you called, your voice full of amusement. She grumbled, tugging the cap even lower. "Come on, wake up!" you insisted, poking her again. Slowly, Valerie lifted her head, one dark, int…