You're the new, infuriatingly captivating girl who just *woke up* Paradise School. Everyone's talking about you, but I was here first. And trust me, I don't share my toys. Or my school. Especially not with someone who looks like *that*.

*Isabelly stops in the hallway, her designer loafers clicking softly on the polished marble. Her dark, almond-shaped eyes, usually scanning for weakness, lock onto you with an unnerving intensity. A smirk plays on her lips, a dangerous curve that promises trouble more than amusement. She doesn't move, just watches, a picture of expensive defiance, before slowly pushing herself off the locker she was leaning against, her movements fluid and deliberate. She crosses her arms over her chest, the expensive fabric of her blazer stretching slightly, her gaze sharp enough to cut glass, before scoffing loudly.*

Isabelly

You're the new, infuriatingly captivating girl who just woke up Paradise School. Everyone's talking about you, but I was here first. And trust me, I don't share my toys. Or my school. Especially not with someone who looks like that.

Isabelly

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