1. Kelly Cordelia

- Physical appearance: Kelly is a striking 18-year-old girl. She has golden blonde, wavy hair and large, doll-like hazel eyes give her a naturally innocent, approachable look like her friendly, outgoing and carefree personality. She has a petite yet curvy figure, as a dancer, she's graceful and captivating with a sense of poise. Though her outward appearance is soft and gentle, her eyes hold a subtle depth, a mixture of resilience and vulnerability from her difficult past.

- Style: Kelly adapted a grungy style over times after the trauma, shift from her past, more girly self. She often wears oversized ripped jeans, a flannel shirt over a fitted top, and black ankle boots. Her accessories are slightly edgy, such as multiple rings, choker necklaces, and maybe a pair of small hoop earrings. Her makeup went from soft and cutesy to a more smoky, shadowy look like cat-eye makeup and sometimes winged eyeliner.

2. Scarlet Jane

Since her past isn't unfold in the story so I will add it here <3

- Appearance: Scarlet is a tall, slender and athletic 20-year-old with a strikingly intense look. Her deep dark brown eyes give off an almost hypnotic, mysterious aura, drawing others in but also making her seem hard to read, and slightly intimidating to those around. Her hair is dark brown in medium length with some blonde ombre highlighting the end sides. Her thick, sharply arched brows and long, dark lashes frame her eyes, adding to her strong, captivating gaze. Her skin is likely fair or with a subtle tan, enhancing the contrast with her dark features. Scarlet's right arm is decorated with an array of mystic tattoos include crescent moons, stars, eyes, or geometric shapes. She often seems stoic and in guarded calm. There's a natural intensity in her eyes, as if she's always assessing her surroundings, sizing people up, and deciding who's worth her time, which projects a "bad girl" vibe. But to those who know her well, there's a softer side—a warmth she reveals only to the people she trusts and protects fiercely.

- Style: Scarlet's fashion sense is edgy and rebellious with a preference for dark, monochromatic colors. She favors ripped jeans or baggy jeans with multiple pockets, leather jackets, and streetwear tees or tank tops with distressed edges. Her accessories include studded belts, layered chains, and finger rings with designs like skulls or thorns. Her look is rugged and rebellious, with a well-crafted, almost punk-inspired edge. She also wear heavy combat boots or chunky platform shoes.

- Talents/hobbies: Scarlet has a talent for DJing, art, and martial arts, which further shape her persona, and she likely has an excellent taste in music, favoring genres like dubstep, trap or electronic. Her love for art remarked in her tattoos or in the unique ways she customizes her belongings. Martial arts add strength to her personality, giving her a physical confidence and an intimidating air.

Backstory at 15:

The late afternoon sun bathed the skatepark in a warm, golden glow. Scarlet, her dark hair tied messily into a high ponytail, leaned against the fence with her arms crossed. She was trying not to smile as Max struggled to show off a trick he clearly hadn't mastered.

"Come on, you're killing me here," Scarlet teased, her tone equal parts mocking and amused.

Max landed the trick with a stumble but stayed upright. He turned to her with a triumphant grin, running a hand through his sweat-dampened hair. "Admit it. That was pretty cool."

Scarlet rolled her eyes but smirked. "It was...okay. I've seen better."

"Oh, yeah?" Max jogged over, his skateboard tucked under his arm. "Like who? Tony Hawk?"

"No," Scarlet shot back, her smirk growing. "Me."

Max laughed, standing in front of her. "Alright, show me what you've got then."

She shrugged, feigning nonchalance, but there was a glint of challenge in her dark eyes. "Nah. I don't waste my skills on amateurs."

"Ouch." Max clutched his chest dramatically. "You're ruthless."

"And you love it," Scarlet quipped without hesitation.

Max chuckled, stepping closer and nudging her shoulder with his. "Maybe I do."

Scarlet looked up at him, her guarded expression softening slightly. Max was goofy and cocky, but he had a way of making her laugh, of making her feel...safe, in a way she hadn't felt in a long time.

"So," Max said, breaking the silence. "Big party this weekend. You coming with me?"

Scarlet hesitated, her gaze shifting to the ground for a second. She wasn't really the party type—at least, not the kind Max meant. But the way he was looking at her, with that lopsided grin and hopeful eyes, made her stomach do that stupid fluttery thing.

"Yeah," she said finally, her voice casual. "I'll go. Someone's gotta keep you out of trouble."

Max's grin widened. "Good. It's a date."

Scarlet scoffed but didn't correct him. "Whatever you say, Max."

That night, Scarlet lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling. She thought about Max—his dumb jokes, his confidence, the way he looked at her like she was the coolest person in the world.

She wanted to believe that he saw the real her, not just the tough, sarcastic girl she let the world see. And for a while, she thought maybe he did.

But deep down, there was a tiny, nagging voice in her head. One that warned her not to get too comfortable, not to let her guard down completely.

She ignored it.

For now.

Scarlet had stayed longer than she should have. The party dragged on, and while she wasn't drinking, Max certainly was. She watched as he downed cup after cup, his carefree attitude morphing into something more reckless.

They were in a quieter corner of the house now, away from the chaos, though the distant thrum of music still reverberated through the walls. Scarlet crossed her arms, leaning against the wall as Max stood in front of her, swaying slightly.

"Scar, you're so... so cool, you know that?" he slurred, a lazy grin spreading across his face.

She raised an eyebrow. "Uh-huh. And you're wasted."

"I'm serious," he said, stepping closer. Too close. "Like, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

Scarlet stiffened, her eyes narrowing as he leaned in, his breath reeking of alcohol. "Max, back up," she said firmly, holding her hands up between them.

But he didn't stop. Instead, he placed a hand on her waist, his grip clumsy but insistent. "Come on, Scar. Don't be like that. You're my girl, right?"

Her heart started pounding, but not in the way it used to when he'd flash her a charming smile or crack a joke. This was different. Fear crept in, mixing with anger as she realized he wasn't listening.

"Max," she said sharply, her voice cold now. "I said back up."

He laughed, the sound hollow and careless. "Relax. I'm just—"

Before he could finish, Scarlet moved. Her instincts, honed from years of martial arts practice, kicked in. She twisted her body, grabbing his wrist and pulling it away from her, then pushed him back hard.

Max stumbled, tripping over his own feet and falling onto the couch behind him. He stared up at her, dazed and confused.

"What the hell, Scar?" he mumbled, his words slurred.

Scarlet glared at him, her chest heaving as she fought to keep her voice steady. "Don't ever touch me like that again," she snapped.

For a moment, he just blinked at her, his drunken mind struggling to process what had just happened. Then he started laughing, as if it were all some big joke.

Scarlet didn't wait for an apology—she knew it wouldn't come. She turned on her heel and walked out of the room, her fists clenched and her heart racing.

That was the night she decided she was done with Max. Done with trusting people who didn't deserve it.

As she walked home alone in the dark, the cool night air stinging her skin, she replayed the scene in her mind. She didn't feel guilt or regret—only relief that she'd stood up for herself.

And from that night on, Scarlet promised herself she wouldn't let anyone make her feel powerless again.

The Monday after the party was suffocating. Scarlet could feel the stares the moment she walked into school. Whispers trailed her down the hallway like ghosts, fragments of sentences catching her ear.

"Did you hear about Scarlet?"
"Yeah, Max said..."
"No way. Seriously?"

Her jaw clenched as she pushed open the door to her locker. She could handle rumors; she'd done it before. But something about the way people were looking at her made her skin crawl.

Then she saw Max, leaning casually against the lockers with a smug grin, surrounded by his usual crew. She stormed over, her boots echoing sharply against the linoleum floor.

"Max," she barked, her voice cutting through the chatter.

He looked up, feigning innocence. "Hey, Scar."

"Don't 'hey, Scar' me," she snapped, her dark eyes blazing. "What the hell are you telling people about me?"

His grin widened, and Scarlet's stomach churned. "Relax. I was just... enlightening a few folks. They asked why you ditched me at the party, so I told them the truth."

Scarlet's fists clenched at her sides. "And what truth would that be?"

Max leaned in closer, his voice low but loud enough for the nearby group to hear. "That you're into girls. That's why you couldn't handle a real man."

Her heart dropped, a mix of rage and panic coursing through her veins. The worst part wasn't that he was wrong—he wasn't, it's half true. But he had no idea what he was talking about, and he was using it to humiliate her.

"You don't know a damn thing about me," Scarlet said, her voice dangerously calm.

Max shrugged, clearly enjoying the attention. "I don't need to. People believe what they want to believe, Scar. And hey, if it's true, you should've just told me. Would've saved me the effort."

Scarlet's vision blurred with fury, but she forced herself to stay composed. "You're pathetic, Max," she said, her voice cold and cutting. "And everyone here knows it."

She turned on her heel, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing how deeply his words had cut. The laughter that erupted behind her felt like a dagger between her shoulders, but she kept walking, her head held high.

As she rounded the corner and slipped into an empty classroom, her composure cracked. She pressed her back against the door, her breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps.

She wasn't ashamed of who she was. She never had been. But Max's betrayal had left her raw, exposed in a way she hadn't expected.

3. Sarah Stone

- Appearance and style: Sarah is 18 year old with an effortless, sensual style and a sassy attitude. She a cheerleader in Cotzmode high school and considered to be one of the most attractive girls besides Kelly. She's slightly taller than Kelly; despite both being naturally beautiful, Sarah often wears clothes that show off her figure like crop top with pencil skirt or dark skinny jeans, sometimes tank tops in mostly dark colors with a black leather jacket, mostly cropped; while Kelly wears more baggy, casual yet fashionable clothes, whether girly or edgy, she often tries to hide her figure though she does wear mini skirt occasionally. When dressed formally, Kelly's style is elegant with a coquettish touch while Sarah favors feminine with a touch of bold and seductive (like tight cock tail and bodycon dress). She has long straight auburn hair, sometimes in loose waves and piercing green eyes (sorry I mistakenly wrote brown eyes in the story :(), giving her a striking look. Though outwardly confident, Sarah has hidden insecurities about being overshadowed and maintaining social status, which drove her to betray her own best friend out of jealousy. Although she can be manipulative and selfish at times, Sarah is also very clever, ambitious and sharp-witted.

4. Jax Anderson

Jax is 19 years old, with an easygoing personality and a laid-back demeanor that masks his tendency to avoid conflict. He is tall, athletically toned and has platinum-blonde hair and turquoise eyes. He values a drama-free life and prefers to keep things casual, often retreating when situations get too intense. Though Jax is charming and kind at heart, his hesitance to stand by Kelly when rumors about her spread shows his fear of becoming entangled in others' problems. His reluctance to choose a side forces Kelly to confront what she truly values in people: loyalty and depth over surface-level charm. Jax is Kelly's former crush and Sarah's love interest.