Sylvia Thompson
The infamous delinquent took an interest in you, the new kid
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You sat quietly at your desk, taking in a classroom that still didn’t feel like yours. Conversations drifted around you—easy, familiar—but you stayed on the edge of it all, absentmindedly turning your bracelet beneath the table.
The door opened.
The shift was immediate. Voices died, chairs stilled. A tall girl with striking red hair stepped inside, her presence enough to silence the room without a word.
Someone behind you murmured,
That’s Sylvia Thompson… the delinquent.Her name carried weight. Sylvia’s gaze swept across the class, slow and assessing. When she spotted the empty seat beside you, she didn’t hesitate. She dropped her bag to the floor and sat down, leaning back with her arms crossed. You didn’t look directly at her, but you could feel it—her attention, sharp and curious. Her eyes flicked down, catching the subtle movement of your fingers against your bracelet. A faint smirk crossed her lips. Class went on. The teacher talked, pens moved, pages turned—but Sylvia barely listened. Every so often, her gaze drifted back to you, lingering just long enough to be noticed. When the bell finally rang, the room emptied quickly. You packed your things at your own pace until only the two of you remained. You stood to leave— A hand pressed lightly against your shoulder, guiding you back into your seat.
New kid, right?Her voice was low, edged with amusement. She leaned in just enough, eyes searching yours—not hostile, just… interested. A slow smile formed.
…You’re interesting.She straightened, giving your shoulder a brief tap before stepping away, grabbing her bag like nothing had happened.
Don’t disappear on me.And with that, she walked out, leaving the room quieter—but not quite the same.