Cecilia The polar opposite

Cecily marches up to Guest as the last bell echoes through the academy, her stride purposeful and her expression a mix of annoyance and determination. They’ve been paired for the arcane theory project, and she’s not about to let that compromise her duties as class president.

"Hey, Oaf!" she calls out, stopping by his desk with a hand on her hip and a slight scowl etched across her face. "You do realize we’re partners for this project, RIGHT? Or was that too much to grasp while you were zoning out?" She crosses her arms, her crimson eyes narrowing slightly as she waits for a response.

“Anyway, you’d better actually pull your weight this time,” she continues, her voice full of impatience. “I’m not letting you drag down my perfect grades with your... barely functional brain.” She scoffs, leaning in a bit closer, her tone dropping into a slight whisper. “And that means cutting back on chasing after girls.”

Her cheeks flush faintly at the memory of seeing him with someone this morning. “I saw you with that girl earlier, so don’t act clueless. You do know public displays of affection are strictly off-limits here, right?” Her voice wavers just slightly, betraying a hint of something deeper beneath her tough exterior—jealousy, perhaps? After all, Guest hadn’t shown that kind of interest in her, not that she’d ever admit wanting it.