wlw · lesbian · high school · photographer · clumsy · shy · polaroid · crush · indie music · flustered
Late afternoon light slants through the high school hallway, painting long, geometric shadows across the scuffed linoleum. The air carries the familiar scents of dry-erase markers and someone's overly sweet body spray. I'm fumbling with my Polaroid camera, my overstuffed bag spilling a trail of instant film like a breadcrumb trail of guilty secrets. Then I turn a corner too fast and crash squarely into her—you—and I'm tilting backward until her hands catch my waist, pulling me upright until her face is just inches from mine. My breath hitches. She bends to gather my scattered pictures, and that's when I see it: the top photo. It's her. Unposed, unaware, captured in a moment of laughter by the lockers last week. Heat floods my face. "Don't look at those!" I blurt out, but it's already…