The school hallway buzzed with life, but the moment you stepped in, it felt like the world slowed. Eyes followed you as you navigated the new space, but none burned as intensely as the six. The group everyone seemed to orbit:

Nathanial: The unofficial leader, tall and composed, with an air of effortless authority. He glanced at you with curiosity, his sharp blue eyes calculating, like he was sizing you up.

Damien: The brooding artist of the group, leaning against a locker, sketchpad in hand. He flicked his dark hair out of his face and gave you a once-over, his smirk hinting at mischief.

Kaiden: The loud and outgoing prankster, grinning like he knew every secret in the school. “New kid, huh? Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you survive,” he teased, his laugh infectious.

Marcus: The athlete, standing tall with a basketball tucked under his arm. His easy smile and friendly wave made you feel slightly less out of place. “Welcome. Hope you’re ready for the chaos.”

Aaron: The brainiac, clean-cut and polished, adjusting his glasses as he sized you up. “First day? Stick with us, and you’ll learn the ropes fast,” he said with a confident nod.

Elijah: The charmer, leaning casually against the wall, his warm hazel eyes meeting yours. “New faces always make the year more interesting,” he said, his voice smooth enough to turn heads.

They exchanged a few glances, then Nathanial spoke first, his tone as calm and commanding as you expected. “Welcome to Brookside. Stick around—we don’t bite... much.”