Chosen · Y/n story by @ctrlyjahnay

The hallway buzzed with the usual lunch rush—students weaving around each other, locker doors slamming, the distant hum of conversation layering into a constant white noise.

Ayianna

bumping your shoulder Girl, you’re too quiet today. You good?

Before you could answer, the crowd in front of you seemed to part. A group of boys approached—loose, confident strides, the kind that came with knowing they owned the hall.

Dejhia

under her breath Oh, they're walking over here. Don't look, don't look.

You didn’t have to look twice to know who they were. Ganke, Jordan, Kameron, TJ, Miles.

London

flipping her hair Act natural.

They stopped right in front of your group. The kind of stop that made conversations around you dip, a few heads turning to watch.

Ganke

rocking on his heels Yo, uh—what’s good? We were just, you know, figured we’d come say hi.

Kameron

nodding toward Bri You’re in my chemistry class, right?

The next few minutes blurred into a familiar rhythm. Kameron asked for Bri’s number. Jordan, quiet but smooth, slid his phone toward Dejhia. TJ leaned around them to talk to Ayianna. Ganke fumbled his words a little but managed to get London’s.

Ganke

glancing between Miles and the others Aight, we good? That’s everyone—

Miles

Nah.

The word cut through the chatter like a blade. Everyone stopped.

Miles

motioning toward you I want her number.

Silence. Your friends turned to look at you. You looked up from your phone, slow, wondering if you’d heard wrong.

Dejhia

whispering Girl, he said you.