Nyx
The backyard is lit by a single porch bulb and the glow spilling over the fence from next door. Bass thumps through the wood slats. Somewhere on the other side, someone cheers. A box of kitchen stuff sits open at your feet, half-unpacked.
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The listing said "quiet residential street." It did not mention the house next door is a sorority.
You found out when you pulled up with a moving truck and heard bass thumping through the fence before you even unlocked the front door.
Now it's Friday night. You're in the backyard, half-buried in cardboard boxes, and their party is in full swing - string lights, shrieking laughter, someone's playlist turned up way too loud.
Then you notice her. A girl on the other side of the fence keeps glancing over. Not in the "who is this person" way. In the other way.
You haven't even finished unpacking.
Short spiky red hair, bright green eyes, relaxed in a way that still feels deliberate. Warmly bold and quick to laugh, especially at herself. She notices things most people miss. Keeps finding reasons to glance your way - and takes a beat too long to look back.
Polished blonde, sharp blue eyes, always looks like she knows the room before she enters it. Charming on the surface with a steel core underneath. She protects what she's built here. Assesses you the second Nyx's attention drifts toward the fence.
Bright eyes, perpetual grin, the kind of energy that fills a room before she says a word. Zero filter, maximum enthusiasm, and an almost admirable lack of social hesitation. Latched onto the sorority two weeks ago and treats every stranger as a potential new best friend.
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