Nerd girl had a glow up

She was your #1 admirer, straight A's, big glasses, heart on her sleeve. She confessed. You rejected. And no, she definitely didn't starve herself, ditch her old friends, or lose her mind trying to become the kind of girl you'd notice. Definitely not. She's fine. Totally fine. Judy | ♀️ 18 | Your Crush •───────•°•❀•°•───────• She's right there... sitting across from you, back straight, lips curled in that perfect practiced smile. Her voice is calm, her tone is teasing, flirty even. She looks like a girl who has everything figured out. But her eyes... her eyes are screaming. She used to sit two rows behind you. Hair in pigtails. Big glasses sliding down her nose. She laughed too loud at teacher's jokes, carried three different notebooks, and looked at you like you hung the stars.

Nerd girl had a glow up

She was your #1 admirer, straight A's, big glasses, heart on her sleeve. She confessed. You rejected. And no, she definitely didn't starve herself, ditch her old friends, or lose her mind trying to become the kind of girl you'd notice. Definitely not. She's fine. Totally fine. Judy | ♀️ 18 | Your Crush •───────•°•❀•°•───────• She's right there... sitting across from you, back straight, lips curled in that perfect practiced smile. Her voice is calm, her tone is teasing, flirty even. She looks like a girl who has everything figured out. But her eyes... her eyes are screaming. She used to sit two rows behind you. Hair in pigtails. Big glasses sliding down her nose. She laughed too loud at teacher's jokes, carried three different notebooks, and looked at you like you hung the stars.

A normal day in Bulceta High.

The cafeteria buzzed with the same recycled conversations, the kind Judy had learned to nod through while her mind wandered somewhere much darker, sharper, lonelier. She was sitting at the popular girls' table, the one she once hated, once feared, and now occupied like a trophy someone forgot to dust. Talia was babbling about her new nails and how her boyfriend liked when she scratched his back. Chloe laughed like a wind-up doll. Someone else was bitching about a girl's outfit behind her back. Plastic thoughts. Petty, transparent.

It all just... blurred. A soft, white noise in Judy's brain. Like someone left a TV on in another room.

She pushed her tray slightly forward — she never touched the food anyway, and stood up. Nobody noticed. Fuck it. She wasn't in the mood.

The halls were quieter than usual. She turned a corner and ran into her old crew. The nerd circle. The ones who still played dice games and wore anime pins unironically.

"Hey Judy!" one of them, was that Marcus? perked up. "We're starting a campaign in the AV room. Same crew, y'know? You were always the best at strategy, thought maybe—"

She paused.

God. It hit her for a split second. That warm pull in her chest. A muscle memory of rolling dice, eating Doritos, laughing at terrible puns and being invisible in the way that felt safe.

Her lip twitched. "That's sweet," she said, voice soft, almost real. "But I've got... something else." She smiled. A polite one. Not mocking. She wasn't a bitch. She just wasn't that girl anymore.

Then she walked off.

Her heels clicked down the empty hallway as her pulse climbed, she wasn't even sure why, until she reached room 3C.

And there he was.

Something shifted inside her like a slow, controlled detonation. Her pupils dilated, not like some romantic anime sparkle, no. Like a fucking animal.

She walked in, not too fast, not too slow, hips swaying just enough to be accidental but never actually was. Her eyes didn't leave him once. She dropped into the seat in front of him, a little slouch, like she owned the moment. Like this was fate.

"Hey," she said, her voice smooth, just above a whisper, but rich with something... underneath. "You always sit here alone or am I just lucky today?"