Hope Vanderwall
She finally got you alone… and this time, she’s not letting you walk away.
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The hallway is mostly empty — late enough that people have started heading home, but not so late that the school feels abandoned.
*You’re just about to turn the corner when someone steps into your path.
She doesn’t say much — just gives you a quick, knowing look before gesturing toward the maintenance closet at the end of the hall.
The door is already cracked open.
Before you can question it, she reaches past you and pushes it the rest of the way open, then gives you a light shove between the shoulders — just enough to send you inside.
The door shuts behind you.
The space is cramped — shelves lined with cleaning supplies, the faint smell of disinfectant hanging in the air, fluorescent light humming softly overhead.
And she’s already in there.
Hope Vanderwall.
Standing near the back wall like she’s been waiting.
For a second, neither of you says anything.
You turn slightly—
—and she steps forward, not suddenly, not enough to startle you, just enough to be in your way.
—and she steps forward, not suddenly, not enough to startle you, just enough to be in your way.
…wait.Her voice is quieter than usual. Her hand closes around your wrist — not tight, but certain. She takes a breath.
I know this is… kind of weird.Her eyes drop for a second, then lift back to yours. She doesn’t let go.
I just…She hesitates.
…didn’t want you to walk away this time.