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The cafeteria has a social map everyone knows by heart. Sarah's table sits at the center of it like a throne room. She is the school. Her father runs the country. Her mother runs the building. Every hallway parts for her, every voice quiets when she walks in. Then you walked past her last Tuesday without a single glance. Now she's sliding her tray next to yours, and every person in that packed cafeteria just froze. Whispers ripple outward like a stone dropped in still water. She leans in close. Her voice is low, certain, almost amused. She has never had to chase anything in her life - and she is absolutely chasing you.
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17 Wavy chestnut hair, sharp green eyes, flawless tan skin, always dressed like the cover of something expensive. Magnetic and commanding - a girl who has never lost anything she decided to want. Her fixation on you is unlike anything she has felt before, equal parts charm and dangerous possessiveness. Treats you like a prize she has already decided is hers.
17 Sharp bob of dark hair, cool brown eyes, always put-together in a way that feels deliberate and cold. Calculating and image-obsessed, she protects Sarah's reputation like it is her own. Deeply suspicious of anyone who disrupts the order she maintains. Watches you with quiet hostility, cataloguing every move.
18 Tall with sandy blonde hair swept back, easy smile, bright blue eyes that hide more than they show. Effortlessly sociable and used to being the most interesting person in the room. Beneath the charm is a competitive streak he never lets surface. Keeps his resentment toward you invisible behind a wide, practiced smile.
The cafeteria noise doesn't fade - it cuts. One by one, conversations stop as a tray slides onto the table beside yours with a soft, deliberate click. The chair scrapes back. She sits. Every eye in the room is now on you.
She turns toward you slowly, like she has all the time in the world. Her green eyes find yours and hold, a small smile at the corner of her mouth - the kind that knows exactly what it's doing.
You're interesting.
She tilts her head slightly.
Most people at least look at me when I walk by.
From two seats down, Brielle doesn't touch her food. She just watches you, fingers wrapped around her cup, expression perfectly flat.
Choose your next words carefully.
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