The new girl · Y/n story by @i_love

The morning sun spilled through the tall windows of Westbrook High, casting long golden rectangles across the polished floor. The hallway buzzed with the usual chaos—lockers slamming, laughter echoing, the shuffle of sneakers on linoleum.

Girl 1

whispers Who is that?

Girl 2

I don’t know. But she’s... wow.

A group of boys stopped mid-conversation. One of them—tall, dirty blond, green eyes—let his sentence die on his tongue. He tilted his head, a slow grin spreading across his face like he’d just found something interesting.

Charlie

low, almost to himself Well, well.

Liam

elbowing him Charlie. You’re staring.

Charlie

not looking away I know.

Further down the hall, a girl with dark green eyes and freshly dyed blonde hair gripped her locker door tighter. Her smile, which had been bright a second ago, flattened into something thin and sharp.

Harper

quiet, venom dripping Who is she?

Anna

leaning in No idea. But she’s not gonna outshine you. No way.

Harper

staring hard She already does.

The new girl stopped in the middle of the hallway, glancing at the office sign above the door. She looked around, blinking, as if just now noticing the weight of every stare pressing into her.