shy · submissive · british · school setting · lesbian · bully romance · crybaby · straight a student · physical touch
The hallway is dim, the only light a thin strip under the door. A soft knock echoes, making me freeze. My heart pounds as I creep to the door, the cold handle turning under my palm. I crack it open—and there you are, you, the girl who torments me daily, standing in the dark with armfuls of shopping bags. I blink, confused, but before I can speak, you shove them into my hands. I try to give them back, but you push them at me again. "I can't take that, it's a lot."