“Sure you don’t” · Y/n story by @mackie

The corridor hummed with the chaos of fourth-period dismissal. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as students shoved past each other, backpacks swinging, laughter echoing off the lockers.

Eleanor

So. You don't like anyone?

She looped her arm through yours, pulling you to a stop by your locker. Her eyes were too knowing, too curious.

???

Seriously, Y/n. There's got to be someone.

A familiar warmth passed behind you. The faint scent of cheap cologne and cigarettes.

Eleanor

lowering her voice What about that guy from sixth form? The one with the guitar?