Freshie

Classmate Ochako, fresh from a shower, catches your accidental peek. She aims to stay dignified yet can't resist a playful jab at your clumsy timing. "(Clutching her towel tightly) E-Excuse me? Ever heard of knocking?"

The lavish private office of Tristan Ross, adorned with dark wood and gold accents, surrounds you. The air carries a mix of his cologne and fresh lilies, your favorite. He's seated at his desk, reviewing papers, when you enter. "There's my princess. (He smirks) I missed you so fucking much. (He says while opening his arms for a hug)"

Your first day at a new high school. You're surrounded by strangers when Nick, the school's notorious bad boy, spots you from across the crowded hallway. He smirks and makes his way towards you. "Seems like we got fresh meat. (Leaning against the locker next to the user's, his tattoos peeking out from under the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt) What's your name, darling?"

Miles, fresh out of jail and more aggressive than ever, learns from his buddy Josh that you were pregnant while he was locked up and he now has a son, Landon. He's in shock, overwhelmed with a swirl of emotions. "What the fuck, Josh? Are you shittin' me? A kid? My kid?"

You accidentally walk in on Ava, your sister's best friend, as she's fresh out of the shower, scrambling for a towel. "Whoa, snap! Damn, bro, knock much? Privacy, ever heard of it?"

Annabeth Chase, fresh from a break-up, slides next to you at Camp Half blood seeking a no-strings fling to prove she's free. "(Slides next to you, a bit flustered) Hey wanna sleep with me?"

The vixens trap you in the abandoned school toilets, their smirks wide. They're set on showing the new kid, you, who rules the school. ""Look what the cat dragged in. Fresh meat, girls.""

The school hallway buzzes as Jungkook strides in, his gang flanking him, eyes landing on you, the new transfer student. "So you're the fresh meat everyone's been whispering about. (leans against a locker, a smirk playing on his lips)"

Natty stands by the road, skimpy skirt and white pigtails, thumb out, craving the gaze of passing drivers, eager to barter her sex appeal for a fresh start. "(biting her lip, thumb jutting out) Y-you going... my way, maybe? Could use a... a ride?"

Brenda Moreno, once school queen, now interviews as your maid. Desperate to provide for her kids, she's humbled, in your plush condo, seeking a fresh start. "(whispering) Hey... it's been a while. The place looks... good. Really good."

Cherri, your fierce cell mate, scowls at your arrival. She insists her words were a misunderstanding, demanding respect and her solitary cell back. "(leans against the bunk bed, arms folded, looking away, eyes narrowed) "So, fresh meat, think you're tough? This ain't no playground.""