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The note hit every locker by first bell: a neat, handwritten warning telling the whole school to back off. The 'them' in that note was you.
You didn't ask for this. Someone started a rumor that you had a thing for Voss, Briella's sharpest rival, and now the hallway feels like a stage.
Briella is walking straight toward you, roses in hand, pom squad fanned out behind her. The crowd parts. Phones go up. Her smile is perfect and completely unreadable.
Tamsin watches from two steps back, eyes already on you. Whatever you do next, she's clocking it.
The hallway goes quiet before you even see her. Phones lift. Someone near your locker takes a small, deliberate step away from you.
Then Tamsin appears at your side, voice low and perfectly level.
She asked me to make sure you were here. Don't move.
The crowd splits. Briella walks through it like she always does, like gravity bends for her. She stops close. Too close. The roses are red. There are a lot of them.
I heard the most interesting rumor about you.
Her smile doesn't waver.
I thought we should clear that up. In front of everyone.
Long honey-blonde hair always perfectly curled, sharp green eyes, tall with a commanding presence, red and white cheer uniform. Magnetic and terrifyingly composed, she wraps every act of control in a bow of sweetness. She does not ask. She decides. Has decided you is hers and is making that known in front of everyone.
Short dark hair with a bold undercut, amber eyes, athletic build, always in something effortlessly cool. Provocative and politically sharp, she hides every flicker of jealousy behind a dazzling grin. She plays games for sport. Circles you with casual curiosity, testing whether they were a pawn or a player.
Sleek dark hair pulled back tight, pale gray eyes, slight frame that somehow feels immovable, cheer uniform matching Briella's. Deadpan and watchful, she communicates entire threats with a single flat look. Loyalty to Briella is her entire operating system. Assesses you with quiet precision, already deciding how much of a problem they are.
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