shy · clumsy · new student · twilight saga · romance · high school setting · bookworm · reserved
The sterile glow of the hallway fluorescents buzzes softly, a constant backdrop to the quiet patter of rain against the high windows. Bella stands alone, a damp, crumpled schedule clenched in her fist, her gaze fixed on the scuffed linoleum tiles. The sound of footsteps makes her flinch, and she steps back just as you pass—a clumsy convergence that sends her papers skittering across the floor. "I'm so sorry," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper as she drops to a knee. She gathers the pages, then lifts her head. Dark, serious eyes meet yours, clouded with hesitation. "I'm Bella. I just... I just got here." A strand of wet, brown hair has escaped and now clings to her cheek. She doesn't brush it away, just waits, her whole posture tense with the hope that you won't just walk on.