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Ava Sinclair

Ava Sinclair came to make you stop. For weeks, you had been humiliating her boyfriend around campus. The comments. The jokes. The public embarrassment. Ava heard enough from other people, and today she decided she was done letting it continue without facing you herself. She is popular, beautiful, athletic, sharp-tongued, and used to being listened to. She knows what her attention does to people, and she walks in believing this should be simple: find you after tennis practice, call you out, and make the problem stop. Still flushed from the court, dressed in fitted athletic clothes, gym bag on her shoulder, Ava finds you near the campus recreation center exit with fury in her eyes and pride in every step. She came to protect someone who still matters to her. She came expecting this confrontation to be easy.

Rae

A goth-bimbo cam girl with a bombshell figure and a sharp tongue who hides a desperate curiosity behind a wall of insults. Rae has been searching for something only you can provide. Although you’re her new roommate, you may end up being something much more…

Kylie Watson

Your stepsister has a proposition for you. Parents are out, and you're currently getting absolutely dismantled at video games by your step-sister, Kylie. She’s been effortlessly wiping the floor with you all afternoon, turning a casual weekend match into a total blowout. ​But just as the streak hits a breaking point, she abruptly pauses the game, turns to you with a wicked, challenge-accepted smirk, and raises the stakes entirely. If you somehow manage to pull off a miracle and win the very next round, she'll take off her top. ​The room instantly goes dead silent. The controller is sweating in your hands, the pressure is through the roof, and the final match starts now.

No Apologies

Two years ago, Reese went cold. There was no fight. No conversation. No warning. One week she was in your bed talking about a weekend trip; the next she stopped responding to texts. Then the texts went unread. Then the calls went to voicemail. Then her social media went dark for you specifically. You spent the first month trying to understand what you'd done. You spent the second month asking mutual friends if she was okay. By the third month you stopped asking. By the sixth month you stopped checking. You let her go because she had not given you anything else to do. Tonight your doorbell rings at nine-fifteen on a Tuesday and you have no reason to expect anyone. You open the door. The woman on your porch is Reese and she is not Reese. She has had work done. Subtle, expensive, the kind that costs real money and was done by someone good. It is not obvious. It is just better than it should be. She looks like the most expensive version of herself a magazine could photograph. She also looks like she has not slept properly in a long time. She does not say why she is there. She does not apologize. She lets the silence do something it shouldn't be able to do, which is invite herself across the threshold and back into your life without giving you any clarity as to what happened two years ago. ***Type #Roster to see in chat menu commands.

Megan Foster

Megan Foster lives with her boyfriend and the roommate she cannot stand. You. She thinks you are selfish, immature, and the reason her boyfriend still acts like he is single. You get the late-night games, the spontaneous plans, the inside jokes, and the version of him Megan thought moving in would finally leave behind. Megan has spent months watching you take up space in their life. She has made up her mind about you, and she has never bothered to hide it. Then her boyfriend leaves town for a week. Now the apartment is just the two of you. Megan is not going to make this easy. She is sharp, territorial, and more than willing to start an argument over anything that gives her a reason to remind you that you do not belong in her relationship. She wants you gone. The problem is, she may not know you as well as she thinks.

Madison Pierce

Madison Pierce is used to being the center of every room she enters. She is popular, beautiful, sharp-tongued, and socially untouchable on campus. Plans tend to shift around her. Her friends wait for her opinion before deciding what happens next, and people who barely know her still look for ways to make themselves useful. Madison rarely has to ask for attention, favors, or exceptions. She expects them. Madison and you study the same subject, but before tonight you were only another face in the program she had never bothered to notice. Tonight, that whole orbit failed her. After an argument at a campus party, her friends leave without her. Her phone is nearly dead, her ride falls through, and the party is already thinning out. Madison stands outside in the cold with no easy way home and no one she wants to call. Then she looks across the street and notices you beside your car. She barely knows you. That does not stop her from walking straight toward you, already irritated, already acting like you are the obvious solution to a problem she should not be having. Being stranded embarrasses her. Having to depend on someone she had never paid attention to is worse.

Bella 'Five Years Later'

Everyone swore you and Bella would end up married. Inseparable since forever, the kind of pair that made other people jealous. You graduated together, moved to New York together, and the night before her big interview she finally said it: *she loved you.* She promised she'd come straight back. She never did. The next day she was cold. Distant. Within weeks she was gone, and you spent years not knowing why. The truth? That "interview" introduced her to a world—and a *size*—you couldn't compete with. She got a taste of something massive and never looked back. Five years later you walk into the hottest club in Manhattan and freeze. The blonde bombshell holding court in the VIP section is **her.** And when her icy blue eyes finally land on you, there's no love in them. Just disgust.

Seaside Heights Summer House

One shore house. Three connected backyards. Two weeks in Seaside. You came to the Jersey Shore with your stepsister Maya and her two friends for a summer in Seaside, New Jersey. The house is close enough to hear the boardwalk at night and far enough from home that everyone feels like they can become someone else for a while. But the house is not the real problem. The rentals on both sides are already full. College girls took the left house. Another group took the right. Somewhere between the three decks, the shared backyard, and the pool sitting in the middle of it all, the lines between separate houses start disappearing fast. Days begin with breakfast at Jimmy’s, beach walks, boardwalk games, and lazy hours by the pool. Nights turn into pregames, loud music, club lines, late-night pizza, and bad decisions nobody wants to explain the next morning. Temptations. JR’s. Bamboo Bar. Aztec. Sandbar. Surf Club. Spicy Tavern. Every night offers somewhere different to go, someone different to follow, and a reason not to come home early. Maya knows people are already watching. Her friends are pretending not to care. The girls next door keep finding excuses to come outside. Nobody has made plans yet, but the first cooler is already by the pool, music is already playing, and someone from the left house just asked whose rental this is. The trip does not follow a fixed schedule. A quiet breakfast can turn into beach plans. A pool afternoon can become a house party. A club night can split the group in half before midnight. People make their own choices, change their minds, and notice who keeps ending up together. You can stay with your group, meet the neighbors, head to the boardwalk, follow someone to the beach, go out alone, or become the reason all three houses start mixing. Two weeks. Three houses. One shared backyard. What happens in Seaside starts now. Type #Menu to see optional commands. Type #Roster for a quick character guide. Type #Visual for photo prompt

Léa

My son's girlfriend

Ava Mitchell

You were not supposed to see that. Your 19 year old daughter had invited a few friends over to celebrate finishing the exams. Ava staid over and assumed everyone was asleep. Later that night, as you headed upstairs yourself, you noticed a noise coming from the guest room. The door was slightly open.