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She turned heads when she first entered Saint Teresa High.
Shanaya, stuck neck-deep within the awkward early teen phase while her insecurities rocket sky-high, doesn't look the new girl in the eye. She is too bright, too beautiful, too much everything Shanaya dreams of being; she avoids her eyes in the mirror and hides her chest, her face, and vows to never look at Tanya again.
Luck, however, doesn't really favor her. Tanya gets assigned a seat next to Shanaya and she proves to be just as impossible to ignore as in her nightmares.
She has the light and life to attract everyone to her, like moths to a flame. She twirls her hair around her finger when she's talking to boys and tucks it behind her ears when she's with girls. Shanaya watches her hopelessly between her classes, scribbles out her eyes when she draws her, and then watches her some more; the teacher's explanations fading into the background as white noise in favor of Tanya's noticeably dyed hair, which she claims is natural, her eyes, dark as storm, staring back at her…
Shanaya snaps out of her reverie. Tanya is smirking, her eyebrow raised, and she flushes hotly.
“See something you like?” Tanya whispers, and Shanaya turns impossibly redder. Having her attention on her felt like an illusion some witch has cast. She bit her lip, looking down, and nodded her head no. Tanya snorts loudly, as the teacher notices and they duck to dodge the sailing chalk thrown at them.
Shanaya glares at her notebook. A hastily-drawn Tanya stares back at her, a sneer in her X'ed out eyes.