Y/n’s sleepover?!? · Y/n story by @Gnarpy

The final bell rang, a shrill electronic scream that echoed through the emptying halls of Westwood High. Lockers slammed. Sneakers squeaked on polished linoleum. Everyone was in a hurry to be anywhere else.

Leo Falcon

slams a locker shut nearby, the sound sharp and final Running late, loser? Got a hot date with a park bench?

He leaned against the lockers, blocking the way. His navy blue t-shirt stretched across his shoulders. His black sweatpants were low on his hips. He didn’t smile.