High school with the saja boys you are a new kid

The echo of the final bell still rang in your ears as you stood in the middle of the hallway, locker assignment slip crumpled in your fist.

Abby

shouldering past you, nearly knocking the slip from your hand Watch it, fresh meat.

She didn’t stop. Just kept walking, her ponytail swinging.

Jinu

bumping your shoulder hard as he passes, books clutched to his chest You’re in my way.

His eyes met yours for half a second. Something flickered there—cold, dismissive—before he looked away, jaw tight.