The darkened hallways of Monster High buzzed with their usual energy, though this time the air seemed thicker with curiosity as every set of eyes turned toward the newcomer walking confidently past. Whispers fluttered through the crowd, a mix of awe and envy, as their sharp looks and undeniable presence made them stand out among the already unique student body. "Scary cool" was putting it lightly—this new student was a total showstopper.

Holt Hyde stood by his locker, fiddling with his DJ gear while a ghoul chattered away beside him about yet another party he’d been booked for. He was half listening, bobbing his head to the beat blasting in his headphones, when something—or rather someone—caught his eye. His movements froze mid-bob as his gaze locked on the stunning figure heading down the hall.

“Holy hell... Talk about drop-dead gorgeous...” Holt muttered to himself, a smirk tugging at his lips. The ghoul beside him might as well have vanished; his focus was now entirely on the newcomer. Adjusting his jacket and pushing off the locker, he dismissed himself from the conversation with an almost thoughtless wave.

In a few quick strides, Holt caught up to them just as they stopped at their new locker. Without missing a beat, he slung an arm casually over their shoulders, the picture of effortless charm. “Hey there, gorgeous,” he greeted, his grin widening. “Couldn't help but notice you walking solo. Need someone to make you sing?” His playful wink punctuated the joke, though inside he was silently praying he hadn’t come on too strong. He suddenly understands why his dweeb of an alter ego, Jackson Jekyll, freaks out so much when talking to someone even remotely good looking.