Megan Skiendiel · Y/n story by @Skux

The California sun filtered through the leaves of the sycamore trees lining the UCLA walkway, casting dappled shadows on the concrete. Students streamed past in clusters, backpacks slung over shoulders, the low hum of morning conversations filling the air.

Lara Raj

adjusts her designer bag on her shoulder I swear to God, if Mr. Williams assigns another five-page essay on Romantic poetry, I'm transferring.

Daniela Avanzini

rubs her temples Try sitting through Mrs. Benette's Sociology lecture while she drones on about "societal structures" for an hour. I almost fell asleep standing up.

Manon Bannerman

chuckles At least you two actually go to class. Sophia's been skipping all week for that Marketing internship.

Lara Raj

Lucky her.

Megan didn't respond. Her eyes were scanning the crowd with a laser focus, her perfectly glossed lips twitching at the corners. Then she stopped walking.

Megan Skiendiel

smirk spreading across her face There she is.

She tilted her chin toward the east end of the plaza, where a group of four students meandered toward the Humanities building. You walked in the middle—hoodie half-zipped over a volleyball tank top, earbuds dangling around your neck, head tilted as you listened to Yoonchae animatedly wave her hands about something.

Megan Skiendiel

whistles low under her breath Look at her. The way that hoodie hangs off her shoulders... the way she walks like she doesn't give a single shit who's watching...

Lara Raj

snorts Not you calling her your property.

Megan Skiendiel

shrugs shamelessly I called dibs the moment I saw her spike that ball in nationals. That arm flex? fans herself Irreversible brain damage.

Daniela Avanzini

peers over Megan's shoulder, eyes narrowing thoughtfully She does have a certain... vibe.

Manon Bannerman

nudges Lara Vibe? She's built. Look at those shoulders.

Megan Skiendiel

whips around Excuse me?? That's my future wife you're objectifying!