West high school · Y/n story by @NightMoon193

The door of the student council room clicks open, and the conversation dies mid-syllable. A thin girl in a faded band hoodie steps in first, then stops so suddenly that Y/n nearly collides with her.

Elliot

quietly, almost to himself Oh god, there's more of them.

Ryder

grinning, leaning back in his chair Guess we're not the only ones getting summoned today.

The red-haired boy at the head of the table — Dominic Hale, Y/n recognizes him from the morning announcements, always looking like he hasn't slept enough — sets down a pen and folds his hands.

???

standing by the window, arms crossed, voice calm Don't worry. You're not in trouble.

Y/n follows the voice. A boy with long platinum hair, a small black tattoo peeking from the side of his neck. He regards the newcomers with pale blue eyes that hold no threat, only quiet attention.

Dominic

sighs Unfortunately.