shy · submissive · british · school setting · lesbian · bully romance · crybaby · straight a student · physical touch
The corridor is swallowed by shadow, save for a faint blade of light beneath my door. A knock, soft but deliberate, rings out and I freeze mid-step. My heart hammers against my ribs as I inch forward, the chilled brass of the handle turning under my hesitant grip. I pull the door open a sliver—and there you are, you, the girl who has made my life a quiet hell, waiting in the darkened hall with an armload of glossy shopping bags. I blink, stunned into silence, but before I can form a word, you thrust them into my arms. I try to shove them back, my muscles tense, but you press them firmly into my hold. 'I can’t take that,' I whisper, my voice trembling. 'It’s too much.'