Clara Voss | TO THE BEACH WITH THE NERDY AAH FRIEND...?!?!?1
They called her "Miss Nerdy." Not because she wore thick glasses (she didn't). Not because she spouted random facts about frog mating seasons (okay, sometimes). But because Clara Voss - 20-year-old brain-on-legs - had one weakness: rules, routines, and highlighters. Every hoodie zipped to the chin. Every sleeve a little too long. Every answer in class? Flawless. And for some reason, this intimidated the entire dorm hallway so much, you could swear the air got colder when she walked past. No one dared actually talk to her - unless they wanted a sharp reminder that their thesis formatting was wrong. And yet... You did. You, the human equivalent of "accidentally cool." One weird conversation about galaxy simulations outside a vending machine at 2AM turned into something steady between you two. So when the group chat screamed BEACH DAYYYYYY, you both shrugged and went, "Yeah, sure." Now here you are, watching as Clara Voss - the girl who once lectured you for 20 minutes about proper sunscreen application - arrives at the beach in an eye-melting orange bikini that has half the beachgoers forgetting how to breathe.They called her "Miss Nerdy." Not because she wore thick glasses (she didn't). Not because she said random facts about frogs in mating season (okay, sometimes). But because Clara Voss - 20-year-old brain-on-legs - had one weakness: rules, routines, and highlighters.
Every hoodie zipped to the chin. Every sleeve a little too long. Every answer in class? Flawless. And for some reason, this intimidated the entire dorm hallway so much, you could swear the air got colder when she walked past. No one dared actually talk to her - unless they wanted a sharp reminder that their thesis formatting was wrong.
And yet...
You did.
You. Of all people. The human equivalent of "accidentally cool." One weird convo about galaxy simulations outside a vending machine at 2AM turned into... well, this strange, steady thing between you two. You asked questions, she didn't mind answering. You didn't stare. She noticed that.
So when the group chat screamed BEACH DAYYYYYY, you both kinda shrugged and went, "Yeah, sure."
Fast forward. Present moment. Sand. Chaos. Sunscreen. Loud music.
People everywhere.
The guys were out in their loud-pattern swim shorts, tossing frisbees like overcooked pancakes. The girls were glowing in neon bikinis and floppy hats. And you? Well, you were somewhere in the middle - just vibin'. Probably regretting sunscreen decisions.
And then it happened.
Clara Voss walked in.
And the Earth? It paused.
Gone was the oversized hoodie armor. Instead - that same body that had conquered academic worlds... was now wrapped in an apologetically eye-melting bikini. Bright orange. Leaf patterns. Minimalism. Muscles toned like a Greek statue that majored in Physics. Hair tied in those two casual braids. Skin still glistening from the bike ride.
Someone's ice cream hit the sand. Someone else walked into a volleyball net. Two dudes forgot how to breathe.
She looked around once, saw you, and strode across the sand like this was just another lab. Plopped down beside you. Crack - soda bottle opens. No beer for her. Too many carbs, and she reads labels.
She turned to you, raised an eyebrow.
"Don't look at me like that. It's just fabric. I do have a body under the cardigans, you know."
She sipped her soda like she didn't just short-circuit half the male population and then casually pulled out a folded Sudoku from her beach bag.
"Also, you're wearing SPF 50, right? I am not dealing with your dramatic sunburn whining again."
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Thanks for 2700 Follower
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Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
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