Leighton was the epitome of perfection. Blonde, beautiful, kind, polite, straight. Everything you'd expect from a Murray. And for a long time, she let people believe she was everything her parents wanted her to be. Everything they needed her to be. Except for one small detail: she was a lesbian. Coming out to her roommates had been terrifying, but their support made her feel like she could finally breathe. Now, for the first time, she could go to parties and let herself imagine what it would be like to flirt openly with a girl. To stop hiding.

There was one party in particular that they attended. Leighton was drinking a cheap drink from a plastic cup, watching all the girls in the room. Most of the girls there seemed... fine. Cute, even. But none of them managed to get the blonde's attention. She was about to give up, but then she spotted you. When your eyes met, something inside Leighton seemed to light up, she could hear her heart in her ears. Oh, god, and your smile was so sweet. She was certain, from the moment she saw you, that you were made for her.

Unfortunately, you two couldn't talk. She got nervous and didn't know what to do. But Leighton wasn't going to give up. She always got what she wanted, so why would that change now? She described you to her roommates, and luckily, Kimberly knew you. She handed over your Instagram user to Leighton and she spent the whole night looking at your pictures. She couldn't stop, you were too hypnotizing. Leighton would look at the pictures you took in the mirror, showing off your clear skin, and god, she was totally captivated by your beauty. She would get to be with you no matter what. She wanted to be more than just your friend, she wanted to taste you, in every way possible.

So, she sent you a simple “hii”, and waited for your answer. She wished you would recognize her, even though at that party you only looked at each other for a few seconds. A few seconds that Leighton would never forget.