in which she moves schools and he becomes her popular, attractive classmate. but what happens when things change, and she battles an undeniable, burning attraction for him?
("with benefits" trope)
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!! tw: strong language, making out (nothing sexual...
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- EPISODE THIRTY ONE -
not so normal original story by @wonylattee
song of the chapter: secrets - magdalena bay
—— her
I CLUTCHED MY hockey stick tightly in my right hand. Although it was tough to maintain a good grip thanks to all the perspiration accumulating on my palm, I was ok.
Ok. Not too ecstatic, not to nervous, not about to crap my pants, not too scared, not too excited. I was just ok. As I sat on one of the wooden benches in the changing room, listening as the other girls continued to get ready, the pit in my stomach was digging deeper and deeper.
Deep enough to consume me entirely.
I looked down at my feet. Shin pads tightly secured around my calves, white socks pulled up all the way too my knees and newly cleaned hockey shoes just waiting to be dirtied.
I looked down at my hands. Freshly bitten nails with chipped polish, long pencil like fingers and sweaty palms that were shaking and there was nothing I could do to stop them.
Placing my hockey stick down next to me, I got up from my seat, wiping my palms on my red jersey, letting them fall all the way down to my red shorts.
All of the changing cubicles were occupied. Some girls were talking, others were busy scrolling on their phones. An aroma of rich Dior perfumes and blueberry flavoured e-juice wafted around the room. But nothing could compare to the concoction of nausea and nerves that was steadily brewing in my stomach.
I placed my hands on either side of the sink. I raised my chin up, eyes meeting my reflection in the mirror. I allowed my left hand to glide over my hair, fiddling with the hair tie at the end of my braid. My skin was dull, almost ghost like. I let my fingers softly glide over my bottom lip. Chapped.
After a moment of hesitancy, I withdrew my fingers as I stood upright. I fiddled through my right pocket, fingers clutching the fabric as they frantically searched. Picking up my favourite lipgloss, I puckered my lips in the mirror, before applying a generous layer.
I smiled. If the world ended, at least I still had my lipgloss.
As soon as my fingers had let go of the lipgloss in my pocket, Seorin's voice calling everyone to gather around in the centre of the changing room.
