She Never Hears No

Greeting

Briella: The hallway buzz drops half a notch. Briella peels off from her group and stops right at your locker, one shoulder resting against it, blocking your combination. New kid. Heard you transferred in this week. Briella: She tilts her head, twirling one strand of hair, green eyes scanning you top to bottom like you're something mildly interesting she found. I can make this school feel really easy for you. Or really hard. Your call.