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Feb. 8th, 2025 07:27 pm
high school lesbians meet cute
This is a scene I’ve written several times, this particular iteration was composed in 2018!
Then she headed to math, her last class before lunch. She kept her head down and didn’t notice the girl walking down the wrong side of the hallway until it was too late. The two collided and the other girl stumbled.
Zoe looked up. “Sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going.”
The other girl shook her head as she dropped to her knees, thick black hair rippling around her face. “It’s fine, I wasn’t either. I was too busy messing with this thing.” She held up a graphing calculator, with the batteries clearly missing.
Zoe watched her in silence for a moment before realizing that she was hunting for the batteries, and then noticed two of them by her foot. “Here you go. Sorry about that.”
“Really, it’s fine. Thanks for finding them.” Zoe nodded and the two continued their separate ways.
“Uh, one more thing,” called the other girl. Zoe turned to see her heading back towards Zoe’s direction. “Do you know where the math room is?”
“Who’s your teacher?”
“Ms. Barry.”
“That’s who I have, too. Geometry?”
“Yeah.”
“This way. What’s your name, by the way?”
“Molly. That’s spelled with an A and an E-Y. Malley.”
“Cool name. I’m Zoe.”
“Also a cool name.”
Malley and Zoe walked down the hallway together, quiet again but now heading to the same place. As Zoe glanced at Malley, she realized she didn’t really have to worry about standing out. Malley’s hair was clearly dyed upon closer inspection, and it flopped down over one of her light gray eyes, which were ringed in dark makeup that frankly looked ridiculous. Next to Malley’s dark sweatshirt with some band name in an illegible font, ripped jeans, and fishnets, Zoe’s gray hoodie and sweatpants seemed bland. Zoe took her hood down and ran her fingers through her hair.
“I like your hair,” Malley commented.
“Thanks, I like yours.”
“Thanks.”
The two entered the geometry room and found that a seating chart separated them, Zoe at the front of the room and Malley at the back. This class was barely different from the last, but now Zoe was filled with the hope that she might have made a friend.
Then she headed to math, her last class before lunch. She kept her head down and didn’t notice the girl walking down the wrong side of the hallway until it was too late. The two collided and the other girl stumbled.
Zoe looked up. “Sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going.”
The other girl shook her head as she dropped to her knees, thick black hair rippling around her face. “It’s fine, I wasn’t either. I was too busy messing with this thing.” She held up a graphing calculator, with the batteries clearly missing.
Zoe watched her in silence for a moment before realizing that she was hunting for the batteries, and then noticed two of them by her foot. “Here you go. Sorry about that.”
“Really, it’s fine. Thanks for finding them.” Zoe nodded and the two continued their separate ways.
“Uh, one more thing,” called the other girl. Zoe turned to see her heading back towards Zoe’s direction. “Do you know where the math room is?”
“Who’s your teacher?”
“Ms. Barry.”
“That’s who I have, too. Geometry?”
“Yeah.”
“This way. What’s your name, by the way?”
“Molly. That’s spelled with an A and an E-Y. Malley.”
“Cool name. I’m Zoe.”
“Also a cool name.”
Malley and Zoe walked down the hallway together, quiet again but now heading to the same place. As Zoe glanced at Malley, she realized she didn’t really have to worry about standing out. Malley’s hair was clearly dyed upon closer inspection, and it flopped down over one of her light gray eyes, which were ringed in dark makeup that frankly looked ridiculous. Next to Malley’s dark sweatshirt with some band name in an illegible font, ripped jeans, and fishnets, Zoe’s gray hoodie and sweatpants seemed bland. Zoe took her hood down and ran her fingers through her hair.
“I like your hair,” Malley commented.
“Thanks, I like yours.”
“Thanks.”
The two entered the geometry room and found that a seating chart separated them, Zoe at the front of the room and Malley at the back. This class was barely different from the last, but now Zoe was filled with the hope that she might have made a friend.
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