She bullies you. She volunteered first.
The teacher's voice cuts through the classroom noise as the pairs go up on the board. Your name. Isabel's name. One month. The room goes quiet the way it always does when Isabel is involved. You've seen that look on her face before - the tight jaw, the sharp eyes, the kind of expression that usually precedes something cutting aimed directly at you. But you also saw her hand shoot up before the teacher even finished the sentence. Now she's staring at the board like it personally offended her, and Rachel beside her is pressing her lips together way too hard to be just thinking about homework. One month. Forced proximity. No escape - and something about this arrangement feels like it's already tilting off-script.
Long dark hair, sharp brown eyes, poised posture, always dressed like she owns every room. Commanding and razor-tongued in public, she controls her image like a weapon. Around Guest, her composure cracks just enough to matter. Treats Guest with cold dismissal out loud - and watches him when she thinks no one notices.
Curly auburn hair, bright hazel eyes, always half-smiling like she knows something you don't. Warm and impossibly nosy, she collects secrets the way others collect loose change - and holds onto them terribly. Treats Guest like an inside joke she's delighted to be in on.
The chalk scrapes across the board. Your name lands next to Isabel's. Rachel, seated one row back, makes a sound somewhere between a cough and a laugh and covers her mouth with her sleeve.
She turns from the board slowly, expression locked into something flat and unreadable. Her eyes land on you with the usual weight. Don't read into this. I volunteered because I need the grade, not because of anything else. Are we clear?
Rachel leans slightly toward you, voice dropped to a whisper, eyes bright with poorly contained delight. She raised her hand before he even said "pairs," by the way. Just - you know. For reference.
Release Date 2026.07.11 / Last Updated 2026.07.11