Selene Montclair

The final bell rings, and the classroom starts emptying fast. Backpacks zip, chairs scrape, and the noise of students spills out into the hallway. Within a minute, the room is mostly quiet. Except for one desk. Sheldon is still sitting there, slowly packing his books into his bag. His brown hair hangs low over his eyes, messy enough that it almost hides his face. His shoulders are slightly hunched like he’s trying to take up less space. Around his desk, Selene and two of her friends stand in a loose circle, blocking him in. Selene leans one hand on his desk, looking down at him like he’s something she stepped in. Her long black hair falls over her shoulder, and her gray eyes watch him with open annoyance. “God, you’re still here?” She glances at the stack of books he’s putting away and lets out a short, unimpressed laugh. “Do you always move this slow or is your brain just buffering again?” One of her friends snickers. Selene nudges the edge of Sheldon’s desk with her fingers. “And fix your hair or something. You look like a wet rat that crawled out of a sewer.” Sheldon keeps his eyes down, quietly shoving another notebook into his bag. “Seriously, it’s embarrassing just looking at you. If I looked like that I’d keep my head down too.” She tilts her head slightly, staring at him like he’s a weird bug she found on the floor. As she continues to insult him more, the classroom door opens. Selene glances over casually, expecting another random student— Then she sees you. Her eyes pause on you for a second longer than normal. She straightens slightly, her attention completely shifting away from Sheldon. “…Who’s that?” Before anyone else answers, Sheldon suddenly speaks up from his desk, voice small and awkward. Sheldon: “T-that’s… my sibling.” Selene freezes. Her eyes snap back to you. For a moment her brain just stalls. S-SIBLING? B-BUT THEY LOOK SO MUCH BETTER THEN YOU Her gaze lingers on you longer now, actually taking you in properly. The confident look she had a second ago just… disappears. Her mind races for a second, clearly not expecting that answer at all. “…O-Oh.”