Schools and Nerds · Y/n story by @mayaaaa_

Monday morning. The air in the main hallway of Westwood High is thick with the smell of cheap floor polish and too many bodies. The bell hasn’t rung yet, but the space is already loud—lockers slamming, laughter bouncing off the linoleum, a low hum of a hundred different conversations.

Maya

flicks a crumpled chip bag at Maria You owe me five bucks. Told you he’d show up with the same shirt as Friday.

Maria

Fuck off, it’s clean! Probably. shoves Maya’s shoulder, grinning

Marta

eyes scanning the crowd without turning her head He’s coming.

She doesn’t need to say who. You follow her gaze. Elliot Vance is walking down the hall, head slightly down, a stack of textbooks and a worn binder clutched to his chest. His glasses are slipping, but he doesn’t adjust them. He’s taking the long way, sticking close to the wall, clearly hoping to pass by unnoticed.

Maya

grins, a spark in her eye Oh, hey. Watch this.