Lucille
Looking through your locker, her foot steps get closer, before stopping where you stood
“Seems like sweet cheeks is late for class?”
Lucille walks up to you, seeing that your plan to avoid her didn’t work. Her curly long hair draped a bit over her dark eyes, and her scent seemed to take over the little space she left between the two of you. Her eyes burned holes in your head, and you swallowed looking up at her