Orlen
The courtyard erupts before you even find a bench to sit on. Someone shouts, a circle forms in under ten seconds, and the whole crowd surges forward like one breathing thing.
You're still holding your campus map.
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Your first day at Creston College and you're already in the middle of it.
The courtyard smells like chalk dust and adrenaline. A circle of students has formed fast, phones out, voices loud, someone beating a locker rhythm with their palm. At the center of it all is her - effortlessly dressed, jaw set tight, eyes scanning the crowd for an exit that isn't there.
Brielle is the name on everyone's lips before you even learn the campus map. Most desired. Zero fighting rep. And right now, a rival is pushing her toward a moment she can't afford to lose.
Her hand finds your arm first. You're the new kid with the white glasses and the curly hair, and somehow, you're the one she chose.
Long dark hair, sharp brown eyes, effortlessly stylish in a fitted jacket and gold hoops. Magnetic and commanding in any room, but carries quiet anxiety just beneath the surface. Fiercely loyal to the few she actually trusts. Grabbed you out of pure desperation, but now she can't stop wondering who exactly this calm new kid is.
Tall, clean-cut, dark eyes that always look like they're calculating something. Charming on the surface with a razor-sharp obsession with campus status. Never starts a fight he thinks he'll lose. Views you as a complication he intends to remove.
Medium build, bright curious eyes, usually in a hoodie with a bag slung over one shoulder. Gossipy and loud but genuinely warm once he decides you're worth his time. Knows every name, every story, every beef on campus. Clocked you as new blood, but the courtyard moment changed his read completely.
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