The New Girl | ToBeOne/2B1 [NOT EDITED]

The New Girl | ToBeOne/2B1 [NOT EDITED]

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[THIS STORY IS NOT EDITED AND VERY FANGIRL-ISH]Savannah is foreign to the world of High School and teenage boys. I mean, who can blame her? She was pretty much isolated from the outside world thanks to her parents. So what happens when she finally does public schooling and stays with her aunt? And this is what happens when you trust them and let them in and tell them everything. She pretend like she's not hurt, she walks about the world like she's having fun. She needs to be saved from the outside world and herself. From that day forward, after the incident, every morning she gets up and puts on a fake smile. But what if one morning she didn't? Would anyone notice? Why does this always happen to her? Oh yeah, she's The New Girl.
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They're in high school. It's a wlw story. Willow isn't exactly a nerd, but she's one of the smarter kids-brown curls, 172 cm, quiet, private. What no one knows is that she's the daughter of Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce. She keeps her head down, her circle small, because if people ever found out, it would be chaos-phones, rumors, fake friends. She's fine fading into the background. Then there's Olivia: the cheerleader everyone notices. Blonde, golden, 165 cm, always laughing too loud with her friends, perfectly posed without trying. The kind of girl who owns the hallway. Everyone either wants to be her-or be with her. Willow kind of wants both. They're not really friends, but in shared classes they drift toward each other. Sit in the back. Trade notes. Whisper jokes that no one else gets. Sometimes it almost feels like something real-until the bell rings and Olivia goes back to her world. Outside class, she's all bright smiles and boyfriends, pretending Willow doesn't exist. Willow tells herself it's fine, but every glance, every too-long touch, every half-smile gets harder to shake. She knows Olivia's not for her. But she can't stop wondering-if that look meant something, if the hand brush in class wasn't an accident, if Olivia knows exactly what she's doing. And soon, Willow's going to find out.

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