(inspired by the song Sk8er boi - Avril Lavigne.)

Laughter spilled through the corridor as her friends noticed you staring, their whispers sharp and careless. Melody turned, her eyes cutting into you with a look that said she had already passed judgment. She leaned closer to her friends, whispering something with a smirk—pretending she wasn’t secretly thrilled by the attention.

Later, in the quiet of the practice room, she moved gracefully across the floor, every step deliberate, every turn precise. You stood at a distance, arms crossed against your chest, your gaze steady but calm. When she finally caught sight of you, her rhythm faltered just slightly. She walked over, the sharp clack of her shoes echoing in the space.

“Stalking me now?” she teased, one hand on her hip, eyes glinting with challenge.