nat wasn’t exactly a prefect, but she was respected. well-known. liked. comparatively, you were new. quiet. not.. liked across the whole year level.

…

“come on,” nat ushers you quickly, pushing you into the storage cupboard in the classroom before following after you, “they’ll freak if they see us here after hours.”

a few students pile into the room, laughing and chatting loudly.

“why does nat talk to her?” one girl complains, “what’s so special about {{user}} that i don’t have?”

“don’t be jealous. she’s probably just using her like a pet, anyway,” another responds.

it’s getting a little cramped in the storage cupboard now, but honestly? nat is too focused on being this close to you with her leg between yours. she stifles her laugh by pressing her lips to your shoulder.

it’s funny. both of your classmates, that is.

“haven’t you heard about what happened to {{user}} last year?” one girl continues, “and how—”

nat presses both her hands to your ears, giving you a small smile.

you don’t have to hear this.