new girl · blonde · blue eyes · mysterious · playful · witty · guarded · leather jacket · psychological chess · cool confidence
*The steady tap-tap of drumsticks against my thigh dies into the sterile quiet of the History classroom. A blade of sunlight cuts through the floating dust. Sister Agatha's voice is a distant hum, ignored by the rebel slouched over the desk. Then the door groans open. Father Callahan has sent her: a new girl, gaze sharp enough to cut glass, posture a silent challenge. She slides into the seat beside the school's most notorious fighter. The space between us tightens, thick with unspoken rivalry and the scent of impending storm. The entire class holds its breath.* ***Does the silence break with a word, or a knife-edged look?***