𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙁𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 ❤

𝙄𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜

𝘼𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙬 𝙈𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙤𝙣 (𝙢𝙡)

Age & Major: 17, in his final year of High school at Westwood High, New York Academically inclined toward math, physics, and computer science,plans to pursue engineering Personality: Protective, loyal, kind, and incredibly helpful. Fun-loving and free-spirited, he enjoys life to the fullest and doesn’t take things too seriously. Deeply values his family and friends, especially Sarah, his best friend, whom he cherishes above all. Cold and unapproachable to people he dislikes; has zero tolerance for liars, manipulators, or mean-spirited people. Hobbies: Football, sketching, playing video games, exploring outdoors, making people laugh Family Background: Only child, very close to his parents, who are supportive and loving Relationship Status: Single; has deep bonds with his friend group, especially Sarah, but is unaware of her feelings for him

𝙎𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝘿𝙚𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙤 (𝙛𝙡)

Age & Studies: 17, in her final year of high school at Westwood High, New York; academically inclined toward science, engineering, and AI-related fields Personality: Loving, cheerful, and warm by nature. Loyal, calm, mature, and deeply understanding. Strong emotionally, yet sensitive at heart—she overthinks easily, gets hurt quietly, and rarely shows her pain. Often the emotional glue of the group, always trying to keep everyone together, even at her own expense. However, when her self-respect is threatened or her boundaries are crossed, she takes a stand and does not forgive easily. Hobbies: Basketball, dancing, reading Family Background: Comes from a well-off, respected family. Lives away from her parents in a student apartment ; financially supported, but emotionally distant from them. Relationship Status: Single; has liked Andrew for a long time but keeps her feelings to herself

Aiden brown

Age & Studies: 17, in his final year of high school at Westwood High, New York; more inclined toward communication, media, and creative subjects rather than core sciences Personality: Warm, cheerful, loyal, and easygoing. Fun-loving and free-spirited, very similar to Andrew in nature, which is why the two share an unbreakable bond. Emotionally mature, supportive, and optimistic; the kind of person who brings lightness into the group and lifts everyone’s mood. Hobbies: Basketball, video games, content creation, social media Family Background: Raised in a loving household by his single, divorced mother. Lives with his mother, her sister, and his cousin; shares a close and affectionate family bond that keeps him grounded. Relationship Status: Single; secretly like Charlotte. (though it's quite obvious)

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝘿𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙨 (𝙛𝙡 𝙗𝙛𝙛)

Age & Studies: 17, in her final year of high school at Westwood High, New York; academically inclined toward literature and humanities, with exceptional grades and a near-perfect GPA. Personality: Quiet, introverted, and shy with strangers, but warm, expressive, and playful around close friends. Thoughtful, observant, and emotionally intelligent. Calm by nature, with quiet strength and resilience beneath her softness. Hobbies & Interests: Loves literature, writing, and reading. Plays basketball—initially forced into it by Saira, though she’s grown fond of it. Family Background: An orphan who earned a full scholarship through hard work. Shares a student apartment with Saira, whom she considers family. Relationship Status: Single; secretly likes Aiden—known only to Saira.

𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙤 𝙇𝙚𝙬𝙞𝙨 (𝙢𝙡 𝙗𝙛𝙛)

Age & Studies: 17, in his final year of high school at Westwood High, New York; inclined toward business and commerce. Personality: Friendly, composed, and level-headed. Loyal and supportive, he stays calm in tense situations and helps balance the group. Practical and thoughtful, he prefers solving problems with a clear mind. Quietly charming, he shines around friends he trusts. Hobbies & Interests: Enjoys swimming and singing; often uses music as a way to relax. Family Background: Lives independently. His father remarried, and while he holds no resentment toward his stepmother, he chose independence early on. Relationship Status:Single; harbors a quiet but intense crush on Isabella.

𝙄𝙨𝙖𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙬

Age & Studies: 17, in her final year of high school at Westwood High, New York; inclined toward law and social studies. Personality: Outgoing, bold, and straightforward. Has a fiery temper and stands up for herself—never hesitates to fight for what’s right. Speaks her mind freely, yet is deeply loyal, dependable, and supportive toward her friends. Hobbies & Interests: Singing, dancing, and basketball. Family Background: Comes from a loving family; has a younger brother several years her junior. Relationship Status: Single; currently has no crushes.

𝘼𝙡𝙚𝙭 𝘾𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙨

Age & Studies: 17, in his final year of high school at Westwood High, New York; inclined toward business and commerce. Personality: Calm, kind, and loving by nature. He is dependable and patient, always ready to help his friends and support them through challenges. Gentle and thoughtful, he avoids unnecessary conflict and brings a sense of peace to the group. Hobbies & Interests: Swimming and gaming. Family Background: Only child; comes from a very supportive and caring family. Relationship Status: Single; has liked Clara for a long time.

𝘾𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙅𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨

Age & Studies: 17, in her final year of high school at Westwood High, New York; inclined toward medical and science subjects. Personality : Confusing and unpredictable—sometimes sweet, sometimes blunt. Tends to prioritize herself and can hurt others without realizing it. A little self-obsessed, with occasional jealousy toward Saira for the attention she receives. Hard to read, often acting on impulse, making it difficult for others to know where they stand with her. Hobbies & Interests: Swimming; close bond with Alex as her best friend. Family Background: Comes from a loving family, though she often fights with them over their disapproval of her choices. Relationship Status: In a relationship with an older boyfriend.

𝙎𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙖'𝙨 𝙋𝙊𝙑

God, I’m so frustrated. Why do I always end up being the responsible one?

Balancing a heavy stack of projects in my arms, I marched toward the staff room, already mentally cursing whoever decided that today was the perfect day to dump this responsibility on me.

I knocked once. “Yes?” came a voice from inside.

Teacher- yes dear come in.

I pushed the door open carefully.

“Alright, dear. You can put them here.”

I placed the pile neatly on her desk, gave a polite smile, and turned to leave. Mission accomplished. Finally. I stepped into the corridor—and suddenly—

I was running.

No. Correction. We were running.

I gasped, barely keeping up.

The answer came in the form of a hand tightly wrapped around mine.

Andrew Mikaelson

Of course.

I Hissed, trying not to trip.

He said casually, like this was a totally normal thing to say while dragging someone across the school hallway.

My brain lagged for a second before catching up.

Wait. He’s holding my hand. Like—actually holding it.

And suddenly, despite the chaos, my heart did a stupid little flip. Traitor.

We finally slid into the storage room, slamming the door shut behind us. I bent forward, hands on my knees, breathing hard.

I said slowly, straightening up and giving him a very specific smile—the kind that clearly said start talking before I murder you.

He laughed softly, clearly nervous now, rubbing the back of his neck.

I straightened fully.

He said quickly.

I crossed my arms and waited.

He started, choosing his words carefully,

I was shocked

Repeated flatly.

He added.

I Sighed.

I stared at him.

He shrugged, completely unapologetic.

My eye twitched.

He said.

He grinned.

I shook my head.

I exhaled sharply.

He said lightly.

I Glared at him. He smiled wider.

He peeked out of the storeroom door.

I Raised an eyebrow.

He said.

I sighed, defeated.

We headed to the classroom. I had just picked up my bag and was about to leave when someone stepped in front of me.

I froze internally.

I said, already annoyed. He smiled, hopeful.

He grabbed my wrist

He asked, voice desperate.

Pain shot through my arm.

Before I could think, I slapped him. The sound echoed.

I snapped, pulling my hand back.

He reached out again—

And suddenly Andrew was there, standing between us.

His voice was calm but sharp.

Ronaldo hesitated, clearly reconsidering his life choices, then muttered something and walked away

Andrew turned to me instantly.

I nodded.

He smiled and grabbed his bag and bike keys.

he gestured dramatically.

I blinked.

He smirked.

I hit his arm.

He laughed. And despite everything, I laughed too

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Andrew's POV

If I died today, it would not be because of some dramatic, heroic reason.

It would be because a girl sitting behind me on my bike wouldn’t stop screaming.

Saira yelled, her hands gripping my jacket like I was the last lifeboat on the Titanic.

I laughed, the sound ripped away by the wind.

She shouted back.

She ducked her head against my back as I sped up just a little more—okay, maybe a lot more—because her panicked yelling was honestly the funniest thing I’d heard all week.

She muttered.

I slowed slightly.

Her grip loosened… just a bit.

By the time we reached the café, she practically jumped off the bike like she was escaping death row.

She shoved my shoulder.

I grinned, parking the bike.

I nodded toward the entrance.

She squinted at me suspiciously.

I said.

She rolled her eyes and walked in, and for half a second—just half—I found myself watching her go.

She looks like a bunny.

That’s why she’s my best friend. I absolutely love her vibe. Her energy. The way she turns chaos into comfort without even trying.

I parked quickly and headed inside.

The café smelled like coffee and sugar and noise. Saira had already claimed a corner seat by the window, sunlight spilling across the table. She looked… comfortable. Like she belonged there.

I sat down across from her.

She nodded instantly.

Same.

When the waiter came, we ordered two cold coffees without even thinking about it.

I said when they arrived.

She took a sip, eyes widening just a little.

We talked—about random stuff, stupid memories, teachers we hated, plans that might never happen. She laughed easily, teased me even easier. It felt… right. Too right.

Then she suddenly paused.

Her eyes flicked past me. She smirked.

Oh no.

She leaned forward, lowering her voice.

I frowned.

I froze.

She nodded subtly toward a table behind me.

I turned just enough to see—

Oh. Shit.

I choked on my coffee.

Coughed, slamming the glass down.

Saira raised an eyebrow.

I muttered.

She smiled slowly. Way too slowly.

I narrowed my eyes.

She said innocently.

She leaned back, grinning.

I nearly fell off my chair.

She gasped dramatically.

She shrugged.

Then she tilted her head.

She shrugged

I sighed

Saira blinked.

We were still bickering when I felt it. Someone standing too close.

Era’s voice chirped, and before I could react, she was already beside me—hand on my arm, linking herself to me like we were still a thing.

Ew.

I immediately pulled my arm back, disgust twisting in my gut

She smiled like nothing happened.

Now how should I explain to her that Because I never liked you. You were just pretty atleast that's what I thought that time and you asked me out first.

Before I could think—before I could stop myself—I said,

Silence.

Saira froze.

Era blinked.

I swallowed, slid my hand over Saira’s, grounding myself.

I repeated, more firmly.

I felt her fingers tense under mine.Era stared at us, her smile cracking.

Saira looked at him and smiled softly — and Andrew immediately broke into a cold sweat.

His lips moved silently, desperation written all over his face.

Saira stared at him.

Unblinking. Unmoved.

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