Polaroid - A Wayhaught Fanfiction

Nicole's World

The first time Nicole Haught caught the sight of Waverly Earp, she couldn't move. She just froze, right there, in the middle of the hall, disrupting the traffic of students actively passing by. It wasn't until a guy bumped into her that she realized she had been staring for too long.

Waverly had her long, wavy locks down, and she was wearing a slim fit, long sleeved, wine colored crop top, cuffed blue jeans and a pair of mahogany felted spool heels. There wasn't a second that the girl wasn't smiling, and Nicole had to admit, her smile was insanely contagious. Waverly Earp had her study books wrapped tightly in her arms, and a couple jocks just walked up to her and started chatting her up. She laughed with them and listened to whatever bullcrap they were saying to get in her pants. Of course Nicole couldn't muster up the courage, much less find a decent reason to walk right up to her that day, but she couldn't help but actively daydream about the girl.

It wasn't even hard to find out her name: just that day when Nicole walked into class, basically half of the students were buzzing with all the new gossips, the main topic being Waverly Earp; how pretty, how nice, how smart, and most importantly, how single this freshman is.

"She's totally straight, Nicole." Said Jeremy, a gay guy who's become one of her closest friends since the beginning of uni. The two might or might not have invited themselves into the one of the cheerleading practices to--erm, observe.

"Really?" Nicole frowned, shifting where she sat on the bleachers. "She doesn't look that straight to me."

"Depends. Is this your gaydar speaking or wishful thinking?"

Nicole took a deep breath and heavily nodded. Maybe Jeremy's right. "But she cuffs her jeans! And she's single, and she's so pretty."

Jeremy reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder. "We've all been there."

Even that night when she arrived home, alone in her flat, she ended up stalking Waverly on Instagram, trying to find any tint of hope that this girl might be the tiniest bit gay, while at the same time convincing herself that what she's doing isn't at all creepy. Within the night she managed to find out that Waverly is, first and foremost: insanely hot, and that she's a small town girl who grew up in a farm with her beloved aunt and uncle, is in love with history and books in general, has an admirable, very girly fashion sense, is one hell of a dancer and singer, and she has a sister who, just a few days later Nicole recognized as her new boss' partner.

To Nicole's demise, she didn't share any class with Waverly-- well, it makes sense. Waverly's only a freshman. But she does get to see her daily at the student lounge. Waverly would sometimes sit alone doing her homework or reading history books, with white, lacy earbuds on her ears. Though there has been more than a few instances where she would be surrounded by a bunch of cheerleaders or jocks, or both. There was even one time she hung out with a nerdy-looking bunch, and another time she was being all giggly with the stoneheads. At this point Nicole concluded that Waverly might be way more approachable than she thought, so now it's just about perfect timing to strike up a convo and finally find out whether or not she's worth chasing.

But just as Nicole was about to walk up to her and start a conversation, a guy showed up.

Champ Hardy.

He's a fellow senior, known as the class clown thanks to his immature genital jokes, and a perfect loser who's too self absorbed to self-reflect. He's a quarterback and the straight girls are just all over him for some reason, but Nicole's too gay and too aware to not see the rotten layer behind his charades.

Champ's a total jerk. He bullies Jeremy and other weaker kids whenever he gets the chance, he would flirt with the first pair of boobs he sees, and then brags about banging them in front of his perverted friends. Nicole's witnessed that firsthand.

But Champ walked up to Waverly and they started laughing together and Waverly oddly seemed... interested.

When they exchanged numbers Nicole felt like dying.

"JEREMY. Kill me now." She whined, turning to mush.

Jeremy looked up from his laptop, "what now? Oh." Then he paused. "Ooh. Champ Hardy. Poor girl doesn't know what she's in for. But who knows, maybe she has a flair for drama."

"No she doesn't. Of course she doesn't."

"Says the girl who never even talked to her."

"No! It's just, you can tell, you know? She seems too-- too-- nice for that kind of stuff."

"Hmm." Jeremy pouted, resting a hand on his chin. "I don't know. Straight girls are... a puzzle."

"Pfft. To you, people in general are a puzzle. Also, Champ's only gonna hurt her, you know that."

"So? What can we do about it? Nicole, we don't even know her."

"But we can--"

"Yeah and I've been waiting for you to make a move this past week but you never did. You lost your game, Haught."

"Watch it. I'm your only friend."

"That is true, but at least I'm not hung up on some random pretty girl that I won't ever talk to." Jeremy said, and just as Nicole was about to protest, he went on, "Look. You're-- I don't know, a tall glass of water, Haught, okay? Go out there and please, go for the obviously gay ones. Less heartaches."

Nicole bit her lip and gave one last glance at Waverly before she looked down to her lap and thought about what Jeremy said. "You're right." She says. "I should probably get a move on."

"Now we're talking."