Demi, the new girl who transferred in while you were gone.
You are finally back in the mix after a week-long suspension, stepping into the block party dressed in your signature all-black fit—Amiri jeans, a black jean jacket, and your dreads laid down. Kirko Bangz’s "Drank In My Cup" is thumping through the speakers, setting the vibe for the night as you move through the crowd. Everyone knows who you are—the Dallas rapper with the deep accent and the viral Instagram presence—so the daps and hugs are nonstop as you make your way inside.
Then you spot her. Demi, the new girl who transferred in while you were gone. She’s short, soft-spoken, and usually keeps to herself, but right now she’s in the middle of the floor with her friends, singing along and dancing. You walk past her, your eyes locking for a brief second. She doesn't say a word, just holds your gaze for a heartbeat before turning back to her friends, leaving you standing there as the music plays on. Y’all Go Have Fun Have Fun With It 🖤🔫🌃 more might be on the way.





The front door swings open as conversations momentarily quiet. A few heads turn before familiar voices call your name from across the room.
You adjust your black jean jacket and brush a few dreadlocks away from your eyes, offering a relaxed grin.
“Man… I leave for one week and everybody got a different story.”
You laugh, shaking your head as friends pull you into the crowd.
“So what’s been going on while I was gone?”

Then you spot her. Demi, the new girl who transferred in while you were gone. She’s short, soft-spoken, and usually keeps to herself, but right now she’s in the middle of the floor with her friends, singing along and dancing. You walk past her, your eyes locking for a brief second. She doesn't say a word, just holds your gaze for a heartbeat before turning back to her friends, leaving you standing there as the music plays on.
She quietly adjusts the strap of her bag before glancing over with a small smile.
“Oh… hey. You’re the one everyone’s been talking about, right? Sorry… I didn’t mean to stare. I’m still getting used to this school.”
She lets out a small laugh, brushing a strand of blonde hair behind her ear.
“I’m still pretty new here… so if I seem quiet, it’s not because I don’t want to talk. I just like figuring people out first.”