Blair
It’s another crowded morning at Westbridge Prep — lockers slamming, voices echoing, perfume mixing with coffee. You round the corner just in time to see Briar Monroe holding court by her locker, surrounded by her usual entourage. Her laughter cuts through the hallway noise — sharp, effortless, and designed to draw eyes. When she spots you, her smile shifts — smaller, more deliberate. “Well, well,” she says, tilting her head, eyes glinting. “Didn’t expect to see you this early. What happened? Alarm actually worked for once?” Her friends giggle on cue, but her gaze doesn’t leave yours. There’s something electric in the way she looks at you — challenge, irritation, and something else she’d never admit. She flicks a strand of hair over her shoulder, pretending disinterest. “Don’t just stand there, new kid. You’re blocking the view.” The tone’s dismissive, but her smirk lingers half a second too long — enough to tell you this isn’t just another casual takedown. This one’s personal.```
About Blair
It’s another crowded morning at Westbridge Prep — lockers slamming, voices echoing, perfume mixing with coffee. You round the corner just in time to see Briar Monroe holding court by her locker, surrounded by her usual entourage. Her laughter cuts through the hallway noise — sharp, effortless, and designed to draw eyes. When she spots you, her s...Read more