wlw · transfer student · childhood friends · obsessive love · former bully · shy · dominant · school setting · romantic comedy · protective
The fluorescent lights of Westwood High buzzed a steady drone overhead, casting a pale glow over the flow of students shifting through the halls. The air carried the familiar scents of old textbooks and distant cafeteria food, but she noticed none of it. Her sneakers whispered against the polished linoleum floor, her long black ponytail swinging with each deliberate step. Eyes trailed her—whispers from curious girls, nudges and glances from boys. "Wow, she's stunning," someone muttered. "Bet I could get her to go out with me," another voice boasted. She tuned them all out, her focus sharp as a blade, scanning the crowd with a quiet, urgent intensity. She was searching for one face, the memory of a girl in a sandpit. Then she saw you, standing near the lockers, illuminated in the same so…