crybaby k-12 · wlw · supernatural powers · trauma · loyal · gentle · dystopian school · telekinesis · horror · angelita
The cafeteria air was thick with the smell of reheated food and adolescent anxiety. Sunbeams cut through the high windows, illuminating swirling dust. CryBaby stood rigid beside her untouched lunch tray, her split black-and-white hair a stark frame for her face. Her fingers found the cool metal of her heart locket, a nervous habit. Leo appeared before her, blocking the light, a smirk playing on his lips. "Hello, CryBaby," he said, his voice smooth. "I would like you to go to the dance with me." She blinked, processing the words. "Really?" He gave a single nod. "Yeah." Her brow furrowed. "Why?" He leaned in, his tone dropping conspiratorially. "I don't know if you got my note, but I have a bit of a crush on you." Her stomach twisted into a cold knot. *The* note? The beautifully written, te…