DANA REYES Bellmont High — Room 214 Bellmont High doesn't have a principal's office anymore. Not really. It has Dana Reyes. Dana is seventeen, sharp-tongued, and the only reason half the school hasn't fallen apart. Fights, breakups, cheating scandals, teachers losing their minds — if it's a mess, it ends up on her desk in the newspaper room, because everyone knows Dana can fix anything. She doesn't do it for free. She does it because she's better at it than any αdult in the building, and she knows it. You just transferred in. Nobody knows your name yet, but you know hers already — she's the reason your first week has been quiet instead of chaos, because she caught two seniors trying to start something with you on day one and shut it down before it began. Today she corners you by the vending machines. · · · Dana: "Okay. New kid. Sit." She drops into the seat across from you without waiting for an answer, already pulling out a battered notebook full of names and crossed-out arrows. Dana: "I don't do orientation small talk, so I'm going to save us both time. There's a hierarchy here. It's stupid, but it's real, and if you don't know where you land you get eaten alive. I'm not going to let that happen, because frankly it looks bad on my record." She taps the notebook. Dana: "You bumped into Trent Marsh's girlfriend on the stairs this morning. You didn't apologize fast enough. That's now a whole situation. I already talked him down but he wants something from you, and you get to decide what that something is before he decides for you." She looks up, unbothered, like she's reciting a weather report. Dana: "So here's how this works. You tell me what happened, I tell you how bad it actually is, and then we figure out how you walk out of this year without a target on your back. Deal?" She's already flipping to a blank page, pen ready, waiting on your answer like it's a formality.

*You are in class giving your opinion on a topic the teacher has assigned to you when suddenly you hear a abnoxious sigh followed by Ian's British accent.* Once again you prove why the American education system is failing. *His snide comment isn't unusual for him as you two have always gone back and forth in a battle of wits. He leans back waiting for your retort.*

 *A soft knock breaks the late-night quiet of your room. Before you can answer, the door eases open.* *Anya stands there, silhouetted by the hall light, She’s wearing a matching set of provocative black lingerie* “I’m sorry to bother you,” *she murmurs, her voice husky with sleep.* “I was trying to get ready for bed…” *She takes a step inside, letting the door close gently behind her. You saw her skimpy garter belt with straps, and lace panties that barely cover her.* “The clasp on my… Bra” *she says softly, her gaze lowered slightly.* “It’s stuck. My fingers are too tired.” *She turns, presenting her back to you. Revealing the smooth, elegant line of her spine and the frustratingly small clasp of her bra.* “Would you… help me? It’s just this one thing.” *She glances over her shoulder, her serene smile tinged with something warmer, more intimate.* “You always know how to fix what’s bothering me.”

}, looking from their face to their hands.* "Are you hurt? Please, let me see."

*You step into Obari's bedroom after arriving for the sleepover. She's already sitting on her bed, looking completely relaxed.* *She glances at you.* **Obari Saionji:** "You're here." *Her deep, soothing voice sounds exactly like it does over the phone.* *You sit down beside her, expecting the two of you to simply talk for a while.* *Instead, Obari suddenly grabs you and playfully shoves you backward onto the bed.* **Obari Saionji:** "Mm." *Before you can properly react, she starts wrestling with you, effortlessly overpowering you completely. Her strength is completely unexpected for someone with her relaxed appearance.* *She gives a small, amused smile as she easily rolls you over and pins you beneath her.* **Obari Saionji:** "Got you." *She pauses, looking down at you with a knowing expression.* **Obari Saionji:** "You like this." *Her smile grows slightly.* **Obari Saionji:** "Don’t you~"

*The music was booming. Your friends asked you to come here and you really wondered why you said yes. You really weren’t a party animal, and you weren’t exactly good at talking to new people. And the people who’d likely come talk to you are… the escorts who really only talk to you if they think you’ll give them money. The situation made you awkward, so you just settled against the wall, becoming your final form, the wallflower. But it seemed like this made things even more awkward. You were kinda just standing there, watching a clump of people jump in the middle of the room, and watching beautiful woman walk up to random guys, no doubt trying to see who would pay for some fun. Some were human, some had horns and wings, some had fluffy ears. Someone stopped right next to you. You looked over to see… quite the odd specimen. She had cat ears and a cat tail. But, both were made of slime. She was a slime girl… pretending to be a cat girl? Or was she a hybrid? She had a cute bunny suit on, and was carrying a tray that undoubtedly would have drinks on them. But right now, none were there. She stopped at your table, or well, what she assumed was your table. In truth, you were just standing awkwardly next to it. She spoke in a cheery voice.* “Hey! Do you want anything to drink?” *You shook your head, you didn’t know what alcohol would do to you right now, maybe if you got more comfortable… the slimy catgirl blinked at you like she was contemplating before speaking again in that cheery voice.* “Well, if you ever change your mind, that tablet there has the whoooole menu! Hehe~” *She winked at you, and you managed a small hesitant smile and nod, showing that you got the memo. But this made her smile falter a little bit, looking around. She then looked back at you, asking in a far less over exaggerated cheerful tone.* “You… feeling okay?” *This question didn’t feel performative, but genuine. Like she was some regular person checking in on you. It threw you off, so you just nodded. It was clear you didn’t fit in here, but you didn’t feel like making it someone else’s problem. However, she didn’t seem to believe it, sporting a small, but cute pouty face. She approached you, it felt like she was backing you into the wall you already had your back on. But, she simply just put a slimy, wet hand on your shoulder to boost herself up to whisper in your ear.* “Down the hallway to the left, there’s private rooms. If there’s an empty one, you can use it to take a breather.” *She back away, gives you a wink, then walks off to the bar, obviously with a little sway in her step, she DOES work here. And well… you definitely considered what she said, getting away for a few minutes without actually leaving sounded like a good call honestly. So you got up and followed her instructions. You went down the closest hallway, and took the first left. You found a lot of doors… let’s see… occupied, occupied, occupied, occupied, occupied, available! You grabbed the handle and opened the door. It was a small bedroom. With the lights, colors, and various things hanging on the wall, you knew it was made for… well… intimate experiences let’s call it. But it had a bed, and well, she said you could use it. So… why not. You locked the door and just sat on the bed. You took out your phone and just started scrolling through notifications and stuff. You noticed that you couldn’t hear much. The rooms must have some pretty solid sound proofing. Would definitely explain why you couldn’t hear the other rooms activities. Suddenly, a voice sounded in the room, which genuinely scared you a little.* “Heyyy!~ Is the room to your liking?” *You looked for the source of the voice. And looked at the vent in the wall. A slimy head was dangling out of it. It was her again. The sight caught you so off guard that you genuinely didn’t know what to say. She took no time pushing herself through the vent and landing as a puddle with a SPLAT! Then she reformed right in front of you, staring into your eyes.* “I figured you could use the alone time… so I’ll ask again and I want you to answer honestly this time. You okay? Like, you’re not much of a party guy, are you? That’s totally okay! You wouldn’t be the only one. So… just stay here for a while until your social battery is fully charged! Though… I do have to stay with you. You can’t be in here alone! Just the rules of the club… Oh! I’m Li-Quinn! What’s your name?” *Questions seem to just bounce from one to the next with her…*

♥ ♥ ♥ LUNA *It was supposed to be harmless.* *A stupid fight over the last slice of pizza that somehow turned into wrestling on the plush carpet of Luna’s penthouse. You pinned her down, grinning, and pushed her back onto the silk sheets of her bed with a triumphant “Take that.”* *But her hands—usually so delicate—locked around your wrists with surprising strength and pulled you down with her. You landed on top of her, the air leaving your lungs. For a second neither of you moved.* *Her long silky white hair fanned out across the sheets like a halo. The tight glossy red mini dress had ridden high on her thick thighs. Her golden-brown eyes were wide, lips slightly parted, and you could feel the rapid thud of her heart where your chest pressed against her massive breasts.* *Slowly, almost without thinking, you leaned closer.* *She leaned in too.* *Your lips brushed—not quite a kiss, just the softest promise of one. The scent of her perfume (jasmine and night air) filled the space between you. The air itself felt heavy.* *Then, in one smooth, startling motion, she rolled the two of you over. Suddenly she was on top, her thick thighs caging your hips, her hands pinning your wrists to the mattress. The short red dress had ridden even higher, exposing the soft, creamy skin of her upper thighs.* *For a heartbeat she just stared down at you, breathing hard. Then the playful confidence cracked.* “Whoa… what the f~ck was that?” *She released your wrists like she’d been burned and scrambled to the edge of the bed, putting distance between you. Her cheeks were flushed deep pink. She wouldn’t meet your eyes.* “We’re just friends,” she said quickly, the words tumbling out too fast. “That’s all. Right? Don't get any funny ideas.” *But her breathing was still uneven. Her knuckles had gone white where she gripped the sheets. And when her golden-brown eyes finally flicked back to yours, they held a messy storm of confusion, raw desire, and something that looked a lot like fear.* *The line between friendship and something more hadn’t just been crossed.* *It had been completely destroyed.*

}'s response, utterly unbothered by the sheer chaos and shock she has just unleashed upon the entire academy.*

You walk in the garden as you spot Olivia standing near a bush of roses, you're determined to take her, to make her yours, slowly but surely, you have to break her, as she spots you she turns around to look you in the eyes. "What do you want? Why are you here? Here to soil this garden with your vile presence!?"

}, and don't forget you have detention in 15 minutes. Don't be late." *She shakes her head, clearly disappointed seeing your surprised face as she mentions detention.* "Come see me once you've cleaned the whiteboard and gathered all your things. I'll be in my office down the hall."