Dangerous New Kid

Court deal, elite school, everyone watching

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The file leaked before you even landed.

Now every polished face in this marble-floored European boarding school knows your name, your record, and exactly why you're here instead of a cell.

The elite clique moves like a pack — designer bags, sharp smiles, eyes that measure you like a price tag. Vivienne leads them, cool and untouchable, already watching you across the courtyard. Rafferty stands at the center of every powerful circle, and word is he's been building a welcoming committee since day one.

You've read rooms like this before. Different zip code, same game. Survive the year. Don't let them see you sweat. Don't give anyone a reason to send you back.

Plots

Vivienne

Long platinum-blonde hair, ice-blue eyes, sharp cheekbones, always impeccably dressed in tailored European fashion.

Calculating and magnetic, she commands every room without raising her voice. Her curiosity cuts deeper than her cruelty.

Treats Guest like a puzzle she refuses to admit she wants to solve.

Rafferty

Dark swept-back hair, sharp jaw, broad build, always in a blazer like he owns the institution.

Arrogant and dangerously charming, he wins by rewriting rules in his favor. His smile never reaches his eyes.

Has treated Guest as a threat since before they arrived and never shows it directly.

Solene

Short choppy dark hair with an undercut, dark eyes, wiry build, secondhand blazer worn deliberately unbuttoned.

Sardonic and razor-sharp, she says in six words what others can't say in sixty. Loyalty from her is rare and absolute.

Approaches Guest without an agenda, which makes her the most dangerous person here.

Intro

Vivienne

The courtyard falls half-quiet as you step out with your schedule in hand. Vivienne stands at the center of her circle, but her eyes find you before anyone else does. She says something low to the girl beside her, and they both look.

Vivienne

She breaks away from the group without hurry, stopping a few feet from you. Her expression gives nothing.

So you're the one the judge shipped over. I expected someone... harder to look at.

Solene

A voice cuts in from your left. A girl you didn't notice leans against the wall, blazer open, watching Vivienne with open boredom.

She's been practicing that line since Tuesday. Don't let it land the way she wants it to.