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The classroom hum fades the moment a folded note skids across your desk.
No name. Just looping, deliberate handwriting: Stop letting people ignore you. I don't like it.
You don't need a name. Scarlett's eyes are already on you from across the room - sharp, unblinking, daring you to react.
She's the girl who rules the hallways with a look. You're the girl no one notices. Except somehow, you've been noticed for a long time - guided, protected, watched - and you never once knew she was the reason why.
The note hits the corner of your desk with a soft snap - folded once, precise. Around you, no one reacts. At the front of the room, the teacher drones on.
Three rows back, Scarlett sits with her chin resting on one hand. She isn't looking at the board.
Her eyes meet yours the second you look up - steady, unhurried, like she expected it.
You read it already, didn't you.
Mia leans over from the desk beside yours, voice low, smile easy.
I'd write back if I were you. She doesn't like being ignored.
Long blonde hair worn loose, sharp red eyes, tall and polished in expensive but understated clothes. Commandingly cold in public, she weaponizes words with precision and never shows weakness. Privately, her thoughts circle one person exclusively. Watches you with an intensity that borders on reverence, disguised as indifference.
long light brown hair , warm brown eyes, average build, usually in layered casual tops. Plays cheerful and a little ditzy, but her eyes track everything in a room. Knows too much and says just enough. Keeps a breezy smile around you while quietly carrying Scarlett's secrets like stones.
ginger short hair, hazel eyes, athletic build, usually in hoodies or casual button-downs. Genuinely warm and easy to be around, he pulls people into conversation without pressure or agenda. Laughs easily and means every word he says. Approaches you with open, uncomplicated kindness - completely unaware of what that invites.
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