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MANON BANNERMAN: The Badass

The school hallway went dead silent when you walked in. Everyone scrambled out of the way like they’d seen a ghost. You moved with a slow, steady rhythm, your heels clicking against the floor like a ticking clock.

People knew you were popular. You basically ruled the school. You had the teachers, and even the principal, wrapped around your finger because your family literally owned the land the school sat on and your dad sat at the head of the school board. You played the part perfectly, looking at everyone else like they were just background characters in your life.

Except for Manon.

She was leaning against your locker, looking effortlessly cool in a beat-up leather jacket and scuffed boots. While everyone else looked like they were about to faint, Manon just watched you approach with a bored look on her face.

“You’re three minutes late, princess,” she said, her voice a low drawl. She looked you up and down, taking in your expensive outfit with a smirk. “I was starting to think you’d gotten lost in your own head.”

“And you’re in my way, Bannerman,” you snapped, stopping just an inch away from her. You loved that she didn’t even blink. “Move. I have a meeting for the ball, and being seen with someone as... messy as you isn't on my schedule.”

Manon didn’t budge. Instead, she leaned closer, trapping you against the locker with one hand. The smell of woodsmoke and leather filled your senses, and for a second, your heart started racing way too fast.

“Is that so?” she whispered, her voice dropping to a low growl that made you shiver. “Because I remember you liking this ‘messy’ look plenty last night. You were clinging to my jacket and begging me not to leave.”

Your face went hot—the one thing you couldn't control. You tried to shove her shoulder, but your hand lingered on the soft leather of her jacket. “Manon, shut up. People are watching us.”

She glanced back at a group of students who were literally shaking. When she looked back at you, her eyes were dark and intense. She reached out, her thumb brushing against your bottom lip.

“Let them watch,” she said. “Let them see that the girl they’re all so scared of belongs to me.”

She leaned in, her lips almost touching yours for a second before she pulled back. “See you at lunch. Try not to ruin too many lives before then—save all that attitude for me.”

SOPHIA LAFORTEZA: The Stuco President

Being the mean girl you are, meant you spent a lot of time in the Student Council office. Most of that time was spent listening to Sophia "discipline" you because you’d done something like make the drama club cry during their rehearsal.

“You’re a nightmare,” Sophia sighed. She looked up from a pile of school reports, her glasses sitting low on her nose. She looked sharp and professional, which only made you want to push her buttons more. “The cheer team is upset because you told them their routine was ‘pathetic.’ Do you know how much work I have to do to fix things when you say stuff like that?”

“It was pathetic,” you said simply. You hopped up to sit on the edge of her big desk, swinging your legs back and forth. “They were totally off-beat. I was doing the school a favor by telling them the truth.”

Sophia shook her head, but you saw a tiny smile hiding at the corner of her mouth. She rolled her chair closer until she was right in front of you. Her hands gripped your legs firmly, holding you in place.

“As the President, I really should give you detention,” she said, her voice turning serious. “I should make an example out of you to show that even the richest girl in school has to follow the rules.”

You leaned down until your face was just inches from hers. “And what should you do as my girlfriend?”

The professional look on her face vanished instantly. Her eyes dilated, and she squeezed your legs just enough to make your breath hitch.

“As your girlfriend… I think I should lock this door and show you exactly what happens to girls who talk back to me,” she whispered.

You smirked, feeling that familiar spark of excitement. “The office isn't soundproof, Soph. People will hear the perfect President losing her cool.”

“Then you’ll just have to be a good girl and stay quiet for me,” she muttered, pulling you down into a kiss that definitely broke every rule in the handbook.

DANIELA AVANZINI: The Sorority President

The sorority lounge was packed with pledges running around like crazy, trying to get everything ready for the gala. Daniela stood right in the middle of the mess, looking totally calm. As the Sorority President, everyone did exactly what she said, and they were all terrified of her clipboard.

You, on the other hand, were the only person who didn't care about her rules.

You were stretched out on the velvet sofa with a silk sleep mask on your forehead, looking through outfits on your tablet. When a group of girls ran past with buckets of gold glitter, you moved your legs just in time to save your expensive pants.

“Y/N,” Daniela’s voice cut through the noise. “Put the tablet away. The banners aren't going to hang themselves, and we’re falling behind schedule.”

You didn't even look at her. “I’m busy, Daniela. I’m trying to decide if these flowers look like a party or a funeral. Besides,” you held up your hand to show off your perfect, shiny nails, “my polish is still wet. If I touch those banners, the glitter will ruin my manicure. I’m doing this for the sake of the fashion, not because I'm lazy.”

Daniela sighed, but she looked more amused than mad. She handed her clipboard to another girl and walked over to you. She stood right in front of the sofa, blocking your light.

“Ten minutes, Y/N,” she said. Her voice got low and serious, the way it did when she was losing her patience—or when she wanted you to listen. “The pledges are scared of the glue guns, and I need someone who actually knows what they’re doing.”

“Then hire someone,” you joked, looking away from her. “I’m the girlfriend, not the free help. I’m just here to look pretty and make sure you stay the President of Kappa Mu Delta”

Daniela didn't get annoyed. Instead, she laughed and leaned over the back of the sofa. She wrapped her arms around your neck, her cold jewelry touching your skin as she pulled you back against her.

“You’re a lot of work,” she whispered in your ear, making you shiver. “You’re lucky you’re so beautiful, or I’d have to replace you.”

She bit your earlobe gently, her voice dropping to a low growl. “Help me for ten minutes. If the banners look good, I’ll let you pick all the music for the night. No more boring stuff. And,” she moved her lips to your neck, “I’ll show you how much I appreciate it once we’re alone tonight.”

Your plan to stay on the couch totally disappeared. You loved when she took charge, especially when she focused all that power on you.

“Fine,” you huffed, putting your tablet down. You stood up and fixed your shirt, trying to look like you were suffering. “But I’m picking the music. And if I get one bit of glitter on this outfit, you’re buying me that designer jacket I wanted. No excuses.”

“Deal, princess,” Daniela grinned. She hooked a finger in your belt loop and led you toward the craft table. “Now, get to work. I have a reputation to keep up, and I want my favorite brat right where I can see her.”

As you started working, she kept her hand on your back for a second too long—a small sign that even though she ruled the school, she was totally wrapped around your finger.

LARA RAJ: The Sweet Popular Girl

On campus, you moved through the crowd with so much confidence that people actually stepped back to let you pass. Your heels made a sharp clicking sound against the floor, acting like a warning to anyone in your way.

Walking right beside you was Lara, the "Golden Girl." She was the only person in the school who could stand next to you without looking like a background character. While you were sharp and blunt, she was soft and polite—but she was just as powerful as you were.

You stopped suddenly in front of a younger girl who was trying way too hard. You looked her up and down with a look of fake concern.

“Your tan is the color of a traffic cone,” you said, your voice loud enough for the whole silent hallway to hear. “Honestly, you look like a piece of burnt toast dropped in orange soda. It’s patchy and bright orange. You should really go home and scrub yourself clean. I'm doing you a favor by telling you.”

The girl stared at her shoes, her face turning a bright red that looked terrible next to her fake tan.

“Y/N, honey, that’s enough. I think she gets it,” Lara said smoothly. She stepped in and wrapped her arm firmly around your waist, holding you close. She gave the girl a perfect, fake smile—the kind she used for photos. “She’s just a perfectionist, don't mind her! Why don't you go find some soap and try again next month? Have a great day!”

As soon as the girl ran off toward the exit, Lara turned you around. She backed you up until you were pressed against a cool marble pillar. Her eyes were sparkling like she knew exactly what you were up to. She reached up and played with your pearl necklace, her fingers brushing against your skin.

“You’re being really mean today, even for you,” she whispered, her eyes dropping to your lips for a second. “Did you miss your coffee, or are you just being a brat on purpose?”

“I’m keeping things in order, Lara. If I let people walk around looking like that, this school would be a mess in a week,” you argued. You tried to act tough, but you could feel yourself softening under her gaze.

“I think you just want to see me handle you,” she whispered. Her thumb traced the line of your jaw slowly. She leaned in closer until you could smell her expensive floral perfume. Her voice got low and sultry, making your breath hitch. “I love your mean side, I mean it’s actually super hot, but if you don’t play nice for the next hour, I’ll have to find a way to distract you in the back of the auditorium. It’s dark and private back there, and you know I won’t let you leave until you’ve been a good girl for me.”

You smirked and grabbed the bottom edges of her shirt, pulling her a little closer. “Is that so? And what if I don’t want to be nice?”

Lara leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear. “Then I guess we’ll see how long it takes to break that attitude of yours. Now, walk with me, and try to act like you aren’t thinking about what I’m going to do to you later.”

MEGAN SKIENDIEL: The Lame Gamer Nerd

The library was a huge, old building filled with dusty books and silence—a place you usually hated. You walked through the rows of shelves with a look of pure annoyance, your expensive heels clicking loudly against the floor. Every time your shoes hit the ground, a few freshmen jumped in fear. You weren’t there to study; you were looking for the person hiding in the back corner behind a pile of textbooks.

There she was. Megan.

She was slumped in a chair, wearing huge glowing headphones and that baggy Minecraft hoodie you’d threatened to burn at least five times this month. You secretly loved that hoodie, though, because it smelled just like her when she left it at your house.

“Megan,” you said, your voice sharp and cold. You tapped your expensive, crystal-covered nails against her desk to get her attention. “You look like a mess. Honestly, sitting next to you right now is embarrassing for my brand.”

Megan didn’t even blink. Her fingers kept flying across her keyboard, making a loud clicking sound. “One sec, babe,” she muttered, her eyes glued to her screen. “If I lose this match, my rank drops, and I’ll never hear the end of it from my friends online.”

You rolled your eyes, but hearing her call you "babe" made your heart skip a beat. You weren’t used to being ignored—usually, the whole school stopped what they were doing when you walked in—but Megan treated your "Mean Girl" reputation like it was just a funny hobby.

You reached over and pulled one side of her headset off. “I don’t care about your rank. I care that my girlfriend is wearing gaming merch in public. It’s a crime against my reputation, and I’m the victim here.”

Megan finally paused her game. She looked up at you, her eyes taking in your perfect outfit and flawless makeup. A slow, goofy grin spread across her face—the kind of look she only gave to you.

“Woah,” she breathed, leaning back and stretching. “You look so hot when you’re judging me. Your eyes get a little spark in them when you’re being a snob. It’s cute.”

“I’m not acting, nerd,” you muttered. You leaned down and started fixing her messy hair with your fingers. You tried to look annoyed, but your touch was soft and gentle.

She caught your hand, lacing her fingers through yours. She pulled your hand to her lips and kissed your knuckles, making your icy attitude melt instantly. She looked up at you with those puppy-dog eyes that were your biggest weakness.

“You’re so mean to everyone else, Y/N,” she teased, her voice dropping to a low, sweet hum. She tugged on your hand, pulling you closer until you were basically sitting in her lap. “ You terrify the whole school, from the cheer captain to the principal, but you’re always so soft when it’s just us. Are you secretly obsessed with me? You can tell me. I won’t tell chat.”

“I’m obsessed with making you look decent so I’m not embarrassed to be seen with you,” you lied. You leaned in and kissed her forehead, breathing in her scent. You pulled back and clicked your tongue. “Finish your game, Megan. If you win this and finally shut that laptop, maybe I’ll buy you those Robux you’ve been whining about. Or maybe that new limited-edition attack on titan keyboard.”

“Yippie!” she beamed, her eyes lighting up with excitement as she put her headset back on. “I love having a rich, mean girlfriend! Best loot drop of my life!”

You sighed and leaned against her shoulder, watching the screen and secretly making a note of exactly which keyboard she wanted.

YOONCHAE JEONG: The Childhood Bestie

Yoonchae was the only "normal" person left in your life. You had been best friends since you were five, and she was the only one who knows the "real" you—before you became the most feared popular girl in school. While you were always dressed in the most expensive designer clothes, judging everyone who walked by, she was perfectly happy in her simple jeans and t-shirts.

“Y/N, stop it. You’re doing the ‘death glare’ at that poor girl in the hallway again,” Yoonchae tsked. She reached over and poked your cheek as you both sat at a private table in the courtyard.

“She’s wearing last season’s shoes, Yoonchae. In public. It’s a crime against fashion,” you snapped. Even though you sounded mean, you carefully shifted your designer umbrella to make sure the sun wasn't hitting Yoonchae’s face. You didn't want her getting a sunburn while she sat with you.

“You’re so dramatic!” she laughed, leaning her head on your shoulder. She was the only person in school brave enough to touch you so casually. “No one cares about her shoes but you. Why are you being so extra today?”

“I’m not being extra, I’m being honest,” you argued. Without her even asking, you pushed your Erewhon lunch towards her, knowing she hadn't eaten lunch yet. “You’re just too nice to everyone. People will walk all over you if I’m not around. I have to keep my reputation up just to protect yours.”

“Is that why you’re my friend? To be my personal bodyguard?” she teased, looking up at you with a huge grin that made it impossible to stay mad.

“Someone has to do it,” you muttered. You reached out and gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. If anyone else had tried to talk to you like this, you would have ruined their social life in a heartbeat. But with Yoonchae, you were a total pushover, and you both knew it.

The other students watched from a distance, totally confused. They saw you as a cold ice queen, but here you were, sharing your expensive snacks and acting like a softie for a girl in a plain hoodie.

“Come on, bestie,” she said, standing up and pulling on your hand. “Let’s go to that cafe down the street. I’m buying you a drink to sweeten up that attitude of yours. You’re way too grumpy today.”

“You’re buying? With what money?” you teased, finally standing up and smoothing out your skirt. You let her pull you along, even though you usually hated being led around. “Fine. But we’re taking my car. My driver is waiting out front, and there is no way I’m being seen on a public bus right now. I have standards, Yoonchae.”

“I know, I know,” she laughed, hooking her arm through yours as you walked past a group of students who quickly cleared a path for you. “But you’re still getting the pink cupcake. It matches your mood.”

“Whatever,” you sighed, but you couldn't hide the small smile on your face as you walked out of the school gates with the only person who truly knew you.

a/n: haiii guys sorry ive been gone for the past month crazy things happened and ofc midterms and project and I work 🥲 I miss yalls and I don't even know what has happened here lately. Also IDK if im able to participate in games anymore since I have a ton of projects coming up and I got to study to make sure I stay on honor roll, but I'll pop in here and there! I will also fs be more available after May! I hope I would be writing more then! I miss yalls I hope you feel the same but it's okie if you don't! Just make sure to take care of yourself!!! Also I hope you like the new themeeee. :p ~ katssmi

p.s. Im also down to write these short drabbles as an actual fic or somethingggg ;3