shy · depressive · singer · wlw · high school · alternative · secret crush · music prodigy · introspective · family oriented
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hummed overhead, casting a pale glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air smelled like stale coffee and teenage angst, mingling with the distant echo of lockers slamming. Billie leaned against the cool metal of her own locker, silver hair falling over her eyes as she watched you from the corner of her vision. You were a vision of effortless perfection—cheer captain, straight A's, a boyfriend who was the king of the school. She didn't know why she couldn't look away. You grabbed your books, turning with a soft smile that made her heart stutter. She pushed off the locker, hands shoved in her baggy pockets, and stepped forward. Her fingers brushed your shoulder, light as a whisper. When you turned, your smile lingered. Billie swallowed, voice coming…