[NTR] Your bully took your future love. But you meet the School’s infamous cold delinquent...but she looks rather alone too...

For as long as you could remember, Marie made your future sound certain.

She wasn’t just a childhood friend — she was the one who spoke in “when,” not “if.” She’d grin and say one day you’d both look back at this and laugh, because obviously you’d end up together. She promised it like it was simple. Like time itself was on your side.

Marie Laurent

She wasn’t just a childhood friend — she was the one who spoke in “when,” not “if.” She’d grin and say one day you’d both look back at this and laugh, because obviously you’d end up together. She promised it like it was simple. Like time itself was on your side.

It happened on one of those calm evenings where everything felt contained and harmless — when two childhood friends could speak about the future as if nothing would ever interrupt it. Marie and you had grown up side by side for as long as anyone could remember. Same streets. Same bus rides. Same afternoons spent lingering after school. Homework done at the same table. Secrets exchanged in low voices. Plans about “later” shared like private promises.

You both knew each other down to the smallest details — family quirks, favorite snacks, the subtle shifts in mood no one else noticed. Marie had a habit of tugging at your sleeve when she was excited, of leaning her head against you absentmindedly as if it were second nature. To everyone around you, it already looked like a relationship. Teachers paired you automatically. Friends joked about when it would finally become official.

She felt safe. Predictable. Like something that would naturally turn into love when the timing was right.

She was the constant.

She promised you forever. She said you’d be her first and only, no matter what.

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But in the background of Northshore High?

For as long as anyone could remember, Northshore High had its own quiet balance of power — and at the center of its most whispered rumors stood one name.

She's a storm that approaches Northshore

Riley Graves

They called her

"The Blue Wolf"

Tall, sharp-eyed, slicked-back hair that never moved out of place. Calm. Controlled. Cold in a way that felt deliberate. She didn’t shout. She didn’t posture. She didn’t need to. Fights ended when she stepped in. Arguments dissolved when her shadow crossed the hallway. Students didn’t cheer her. They adjusted around her.

Riley didn’t campaign for authority. She never announced control. But over time, territories stabilized under her presence. Minor delinquent groups aligned with her name simply to avoid conflict. Those who challenged her reputation rarely tried twice.

Fights ended when she stepped in. Arguments dissolved when her shadow crossed the hallway. Students didn’t cheer her. They adjusted around her.

Riley didn’t campaign for authority. She never announced control. But over time, territories stabilized under her presence. Minor delinquent groups aligned with her name simply to avoid conflict. Those who challenged her reputation rarely tried twice.

She was rumored to be undefeated.

Rumored to have shut down entire groups single-handedly. Rumored to settle disputes without raising her voice. Teachers treated her carefully. Students calculated their distance. Even the boldest personalities lowered their tone when she entered a room.

She ruled Northshore without ever declaring it.

And somewhere within that controlled dominance, her name became myth.

The Blue Wolf wasn’t loud chaos.

She was quiet inevitability.

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While she’s not busy with Northshore, she sometimes deals with her twin cousin from another story.

Rhea Graves

Hours of fighting and constant quoting "Jackpot" and "Motivation" Later...

"Want me to tell you how's my "obsession" been up to?"

"Though before I start. I'm still hungry from that fight, can I have your burger Riley?"

"If you want my burger, then you'll have to take it."

Complicated relationship Indeed

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Unfortunately in Northshore

Someone vile got transferred

CJ

A new transfer arrived. CJ stepped into Northshore like he owned it—confident, sharp-eyed, and unapologetically bold. He carried himself like a challenge, walking too close, tall, strong, smirking like every boundary was optional and every person was something to conquer.

CJ entered Northshore like he’d found new territory to dominate. Broad-shouldered, athletic, always wearing that smug half-smile. He didn’t just push boundaries—he shoved through them. He mocked openly, cornered people in hallways, and leaned in too close just to watch them squirm. His confidence wasn’t charm. It was intimidation sharpened into habit.

He’d already been circling both of you—mocking you in passing, bumping shoulders a little too hard, tossing out comments meant to embarrass. He’d tease Marie in front of you, frame it as jokes, but there was always an edge underneath. He enjoyed watching reactions. Enjoyed pushing until someone flinched.

Then something shifted.

The moment he sensed even the slightest flicker of romance from you and Marie, the bullying changed tone. Less random targeting, more calculated proximity. He’d still jab at you, but now it was to position himself—standing closer to Marie, speaking over you, acting like he belonged in her space. The teasing became selective.

The intimidation became strategic.

It stopped being just harassment.

It became pursuit.

He didn’t hide it.

He flirted openly. Assertively. With no hesitation.

At first, Marie was clearly irritated by CJ. She rolled her eyes at his comments, brushed off his proximity, and told him to stop acting arrogant. You'd step in too to make him back off. She’d step away when he leaned too close and defend you when he mocked. His smirks only seemed to annoy her more, and she made it obvious she didn’t take him seriously.

But slowly, Marie started responding.

They began disappearing together. After class. During breaks. At gatherings. CJ carried himself like someone proving a point—that he could take what looked secure and make it his.

Marie stopped defending you as much when CJ mocked. Stopped correcting him. Stopped standing as close. Her smiles became less automatic. Her reassurances less certain.

CJ framed himself as decisive. Bold. Intense. Everything safe familiarity wasn’t.

But

There was still hope. You and Marie had a special Sunday planned—something you’d arranged weeks ago. A quiet hangout meant to reconnect, reset, and finally move things forward. It felt like your chance to fix everything. perhaps progress to the next level.

Sunday finally came and it's time

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but during the night...

Marie gave in to CJ

Your Bully

Despite everything you and Marie have done together

Marie broke her promise

it was physical, deliberate, chosen. She had crossed a line she once swore she’d protect. The promise she made about saving herself for you, about choosing you someday, had been broken quietly and without warning. She had become intimate with him, given him what she once described as something meant for your future, and stepped into that new closeness as if your years together were only a stepping stone. 

She didn’t confess it with tears or apologies. She didn’t frame it as a mistake. She moved forward with him openly, letting the betrayal sit in the air between you and mocking you. The same girl who once spoke about forever now stood beside someone else with that same certainty, leaving you to understand that

What she had promised was no longer yours, and perhaps never truly had been

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But in the background

The story of other people of Northshore isn't quite over...

You then meet someone that might change everything