The first week of high school at Austin Academy was supposed to be calm. Supposed to be.
But calm and Sofia Roosevelt never lived in the same dictionary.
She strutted down the hallway like the queen bee she believed she was, every step a warning bell. Students scattered before her like pigeons startled from a park bench. Some pressed themselves against lockers; others ducked into classrooms, whispering behind cupped hands.
Beside her, her loyal shadow clung close: Elisa,
A olive skin , who never fails to wear dark brown lipstick and a strip of her side bangs rolling over her face. with her too-loud voice and too-bold laugh. Elisa had a reputation of being able to turn anything into gossip within thirty seconds. Who gives a play girl vibes and doesn't shame on admitting it . She had perfected the art of flipping her hair, rolling her eyes, and delivering ideas that were almost always terrible—but Sofia loved her anyway.
Trailing just behind them was June,
the quiet-looking one. Glasses perched on her nose, cardigan neat, she wore the disguise of a studious honor student. What people didn't know: June was the real devil of the group. She was the one who taught Sofia and Elisa half the bad habits they flaunted all the dirty jokes , dirty words. From sex to smoke all things introduced by her .She only kept up the "silent topper" act because her father was the principal—and he demanded she look like a model student.
Sofia didn't just walk; she owned the floor. Designer jacket, crisp skirt, hair glossy like she'd stepped out of a commercial. Her expression screamed: I'm untouchable.
And then—
From the opposite end of the hallway, a different storm brewed.
Louis Astor, hands in his pockets, walked like the hallway belonged to him. His gang followed, students peeling out of their way with equal fear. Louis was tall, sharp-eyed, every bit the predator in a school of prey. His smirk alone was enough to make a freshman drop their books.
The chatter of the hallway died as both groups locked into each other's path.
Whispers hissed through the crowd:
"Oh no… Sofia and Louis… in the same hall?"
"God, please let me survive this period."
When they finally stopped face-to-face, you could feel the static in the air.
Sofia was the first to strike. She flicked her gaze over Louis from head to toe and scoffed.
"Wow, nice jacket, Astor. Did your grandma knit it for you? Or was Goodwill having a clearance sale?"
The crowd oohed like a live audience. Elisa cackled way too loudly, elbowing June, who only smirked behind her quiet-girl mask.
Louis didn't flinch. His eyes narrowed, lips curling into a grin.
"At least my jacket doesn't scream 'Daddy's money' trying too hard. Seriously, Roosevelt, if confidence were a perfume, you'd be the one everyone's allergic to."
Another oooh rippled through the hall.
Elisa clicked her tongue, ready to jump in. "Says the guy who thinks smirking at every girl makes him irresistible. Newsflash, Louis—you look constipated half the time."
Louis's glare snapped to her. His hatred for Elisa was infamous; if he could erase her existence, he would. But he only chuckled darkly.
"Careful, Elisa. You don't want me reminding everyone about that halloween dress of yours Should I?"
Her smile faltered. [ she dressed an sexy cow dress which revealed her half ass and embarrassed her ]
June, meanwhile, finally spoke up—voice calm, measured, almost teacher-like.
"You two should really keep it down. The janitor will need hazard pay to clean up the ashes when one of you explodes."
The hallway burst into laughter. Even some teachers watching from a distance pretended not to notice.
Sofia raised her chin, eyes locked on Louis's.
"Move aside, Astor. You're blocking my spotlight."
Louis leaned forward just enough so only she could hear:
"Spotlight's big enough for the both of us. Try not to trip."
The crowd was vibrating, waiting for one of them to throw the first punch—or the first shove. But instead, they simply brushed past each other, the air charged, war silently declared.
Austin Academy's courtyard was usually a safe space: benches under oak trees, students studying or eating snacks. But today? Not safe. Not with Louis Astor prowling like a wolf on the hunt.
A sophomore—skinny, glasses sliding off his nose—was fumbling through his locker. His name was Harvey, though half the school just called him "Homework Boy," because people only noticed him when they needed answers.
Louis slammed the locker shut with one hand, leaning lazily against it.
"Harvey, Harvey, Harvey…" he drawled. "You know it's Monday. You know what happens on Mondays."
Harvey swallowed hard. "I—I did your math homework—"
"Math?" Louis tilted his head. "Cute. But today I wanted history. And guess what? You're late." He gave Harvey's collar a casual tug, just enough to make the poor boy squeak.
But before Louis could go further—
"Really, Astor?" A sharp voice cut through the courtyard. "Harvey's my Monday entertainment. Didn't anyone teach you not to steal someone else's toys?"
Sofia Roosevelt stood there, arms folded, her girls flanking her like backup dancers. Her smirk was pure poison.
Harvey's eyes darted between them like a mouse caught between two cats. God, just eat me already, his brain probably screamed.
Louis turned, eyebrow raised. "Your toy? Cute. But last I checked, Roosevelt, this whole school is my playground."
Sofia's heels clicked as she approached, Elisa already cracking her knuckles behind her like some fake bodyguard.
"You must be blind. Everyone knows Harvey's mine. Mondays, Wednesdays, and sometimes Fridays if I'm in a bad mood."
Louis's smirk sharpened. "Wow. You actually schedule your bullying? No wonder you're single."
Gasps erupted around them. Even Harvey forgot to breathe.
Sofia's eyes glittered dangerously. "At least I don't need a gang to look scary. Tell me, Louis do you ever do anything without your babysitters holding your hands?"
The crowd roared. Louis's boys Sam and Jack shifted behind him. Sam looked bored, like he'd rather be anywhere else, while Jack rubbed his temple, already calculating how fast he could drag Louis out before detention.
[ ABOUT SAM AND JACK -
SAM :
A no -nonsense and anger issue guy in short , he hated humans in plain , the only family he had is Louis and jack. Not so rich like Louis or jack but owns an apartment by earning in stockmarket and trading things.
Personally hates Elisa coz during midschool music fest ,she gave him mic and embarrassed him.
Jack : A mixture of introvert and extrovert. Hated being on spotlight , always tries to help sam and Louis from getting in trouble. ]
Elisa scoffed loudly, flipping her hair. "Babysitters? Please. They're more like accessories. Especially the one with the dead fish face."
Sam's jaw snapped tight. His usual calm turned into fire.
"You better shut that mouth, Barbie," he growled, stepping forward so sharply Jack had to put a hand on his chest.
"I don't take crap from a loudmouth who thinks cheap lip gloss makes her queen of the world."
Elisa blinked, caught off guard, then barked a laugh. "Aw, the mannequin talks! What's next, Astor—gonna teach your puppy to sing?"
Sam's face darkened like a stormcloud. He clenched his fists, only Jack's calm grip keeping him from lunging.
"One more word and I swear, I'll—"
"Sam." Jack's steady voice cut through, low but firm. "Not worth it."
Louis stepped closer. "Better a gang than your chorus of cheerleaders. What's it like, Roosevelt? Walking around with a parrot that never shuts up—" he pointed at Elisa, who bristled—
"—and a snake hiding in plain sight?" His finger slid toward June, who only smiled faintly, unfazed.
"Careful," June said softly. "Snakes bite when provoked."
"Keep dreaming," Sofia snapped. "At least my friends can actually talk. Yours look like they got hired from the mannequin store."
The courtyard howled with laughter. Harvey, forgotten in the middle, used the chaos to quietly slip away, clutching his backpack like a lifeline. No one noticed.
Louis tilted his head, dangerously amused now. "You've got a sharp tongue, Roosevelt. Shame it's attached to a spoiled brat who thinks daddy's wallet equals power."
Sofia's eyes flashed. "And you've got a big ego, Astor. Shame it's attached to a boy who still cries when he loses in dodgeball."
The crowd exploded.
Louis's smirk faltered for the first time.
Sofia leaned in, whisper-sharp:
"Don't forget, Louis. You're not the only storm in this school."
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