ginny and georgia marcus · Y/n story by @rgr

The first day of school at Wellsbury High always smelled like fresh paint and anxiety. The main hallway was a river of unfamiliar faces, bright backpacks, and the low hum of a hundred overlapping conversations.

Maxine Baker

bursting through a cluster of freshmen Move it, people! Some of us have a reputation to maintain on day one!

Abby Littman

rolling her eyes as she follows Max Your reputation for being late?

Maxine Baker

For being memorable, Littman. There’s a difference.

Across the hall, leaning against a bank of lockers as if trying to become part of the wall, was Marcus Baker. He watched the stream of students with a detached, weary expression, one earbud in.

Georgia Miller

sweeping into the hallway in a cream-colored blazer, a bright, assessing smile on her face Now this is energy! I love it. Ginny, sweetie, do you see anyone you know?

Ginny Miller

walking slightly behind her mother, arms crossed I see everyone I’m trying to avoid.

Your new locker, according to the crumpled map in your hand, was right next to Marcus’s. As you approached, he didn’t look up, his focus on the screen of his phone.