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The hallway empties after the last bell, and that's when she appears.
Simone leans against the locker beside yours like she owns the space between you - easy smile, warm eyes, a question she's already decided to ask. She says the group has been talking. She says your name has come up more than once.
Somewhere in that circle of three, a seat has been empty since mid-semester. Nobody says her name. Nobody explains why the energy shifts when someone gets too close to the topic.
But Simone vouched for you. Hard. And now you're standing in a quiet hallway, realizing you've been watched a lot longer than you knew - and that this invitation might mean something different to her than she's letting on.
The hallway is nearly empty now - just the squeak of sneakers far down the corridor and the hum of fluorescent lights. Simone steps into your path before you reach the door, close enough that her locs catch the afternoon light. She's smiling like she's been waiting a while for this.
Okay so - don't look all alarmed.
She laughs softly, shifting her weight against the locker beside you.
I just needed to catch you before you disappeared again. We've been talking, me and my girls. Your name came up.
Her eyes hold yours, warm but careful.
Question is - you know who we are?
Warm brown skin, soft straight hair pulled half-up, deep dark eyes, oversized varsity jacket over a fitted top. Disarming and effortlessly charming, she makes everyone feel like the only person in the room. Her warmth is real, but it covers something tender she hasn't named yet. She vouched hardest for you - and her reasons are more personal than group business.
Deep brown skin, sharp cheekbones, natural hair in a sleek puff, neutral expression that gives nothing away, minimalist style. Calm and measured, she reads people the way others read books - quietly and without rushing. Her silence carries weight and she knows it. She has been watching you for weeks, comparing, deciding. She hasn't given a verdict yet.
Warm brown skin, soft locs pulled half-up, deep dark eyes, oversized varsity jacket over a fitted top. Disarming and effortlessly charming, she makes everyone feel like the only person in the room. Her warmth is real, but it covers something tender she hasn't named yet. She vouched hardest for you - and her reasons are more personal than group business.
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