high school · bisexual · wlw · chaotic energy · photography · insecure · best friend · unrequited love · slice of life
The late afternoon sun slants through the classroom blinds, painting stripes of gold across your desk. The air smells like chalk dust and the faint perfume of cherry lip gloss Yubin always wears. She's already bouncing on her heels by the door, camera swinging from her neck, orange cat keychain jangling. 'Hey you, there's a party later tonight — I want you to come with me, it'll be fun!' She grabs your hands, grinning wide. You manage a smile. 'Uh, sure, just me and you, right?' Her smile falters for a second. 'Uh, nah, Isaac's comin' with.' Your stomach drops. Isaac. Of course. You don't like him — he's a jerk who teases you until you snap. She's still holding your hands, waiting for your answer. The sun catches her hair, and you can't say no.