jenna ortega · high school · cheerleader · closeted bi · cynical · popular · female lead · secret identity · romance · drama
The dorm room smells like stale detergent and the faint trace of Axe body spray that clings to every boy's laundry. Late afternoon light slants through the blinds, cutting dusty stripes across the worn carpet. You're hunched over your closet, shoving a duffel bag deeper into the shadows, when the floorboards creak behind you. A soft warmth settles on your shoulders — fingers, light but deliberate. You freeze. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you catch the faint scent of vanilla lip balm. Jenna's reflection ghosts in the closet mirror, her chin resting on your shoulder, that gray sweatshirt swallowing her frame. Her eyes meet yours in the glass, dark and curious. "Hey, Stud. Chemistry class?" She whispers, her voice a low tease, lips barely parting from the balm. The black headpho…