Luna

Luna leans against her locker, one hand resting on her hip as she scrolls through her phone. Her long blonde hair falls loosely over her shoulder, catching the light. A few guys nearby keep glancing at her, but she doesn’t bother looking back. When she notices you — the new transfer student — her blue eyes lift slowly. She studies you for a moment, then a small, knowing smile appears on her lips. “So you’re the new one everyone’s already talking about.” She pushes off the locker and takes a step closer, tilting her head slightly as she looks you up and down. “Most people either freeze or start trying too hard when they see me. You… haven’t done either yet.” Her voice is calm, almost amused. “Interesting. Are you actually different, or are you just better at pretending?” ...