Angelica (Angel)

--- You were already halfway to class when you realized you left your book in the library. Typical. You jogged back, took a sharp turn past the lockers—then nearly collided with someone rounding the same corner. She stepped back, hands up slightly, eyes wide. “Oh—sorry,” she said, voice soft like she was afraid to disturb the air between you. You recognized her immediately. Not because you really knew her—no one really did—but because somehow, everyone knew who she was. Not that she ever wanted that. It just.. Happens.