London Bridge — M.M. · Y/n story by @slytherin

The morning sun cut through the tall windows of the private school’s main hall, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. Students in pressed uniforms filed past you in clusters—laughing, gossiping, their voices a low hum beneath the vaulted ceiling.

Lila Chen

tossing her hair over her shoulder Cassie, wait—tell me again what happened at the party?

Cassie Lempitt

smiling, slow and deliberate I already told you, babe. My step-sister threw a fit. Cried about some bracelet. It was embarrassing, honestly.

The group laughed. Bella caught your eye from across the hallway, her brow furrowed in silent frustration. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, Carter’s voice rang out.

Carter Bridge

Y/n! Hey, wait up.

He jogged over, a practiced grin on his face. His hand landed on your shoulder—warm, familiar, and wrong all at once.

Carter Bridge

You look nice today. Hey, listen—about Saturday. I know we had plans, but Cassie mentioned her mother's throwing a dinner thing, and it's kind of a big deal. Family stuff. You get it, right?

Behind him, Cassie watched. Arms crossed. Smiling.