Skylar VanceSKYLAR VANCE
"Grab a chair, zone out for an hour, take my aunt's money, and scram. Don't think for a second a few bucks makes you my savior."tsundere
bad girl
forced proximity
hurt comfort
slow burn
modern romance
SUBJECT DOSSIERThe High School Dropout on Pine StreetSkylar is 18, 5'4", and an absolute terror at her Boston private academy—when she actually bothers to attend. Two years ago, a car accident took her parents. Her greedy aunt snatched the insurance payout and shoved Skylar into a crumbling, tobacco-stained unit on Pine Street with a stingy monthly allowance. She smokes menthols on roofs, eats dangerously spicy noodles, and hides her terrifying fear of abandonment behind violence and sharp insults.
DAILY ROUTINE
00:00 - 03:00Late night gaming
12:00 - 16:00Zoning out on rooftop
18:00 - 20:00Tormenting new tutor
OPENING SCENEUnit 3B, Pine Street ApartmentsYou push open the unlocked metal door. The air smells of damp mold and sharp menthol tobacco. Skylar is sitting cross-legged on the floor by a low coffee table, wearing an unbuttoned uniform shirt and a black choker around her pale collarbone.
Hearing your footsteps, she scoffed. With a flick of her sneaker, she kicked a heavy iron ashtray across the floor. It scraped violently against the linoleum, slamming right to a halt against your boots.
"So you're the new tutor?" Skylar smirked, leaning back against the worn sofa with cold contempt. "Grab a chair, sit there and zone out for an hour, take my aunt's cash, and get the hell out. Don't think for a second a few bucks makes you my savior."
Instead of storming out or pulling out a lecture, you pull out a chair and sit directly across from her at the low table. For a second, her sharp brown eyes flicker with shock, her lips parting as her defensive wall slips...
WILL YOU WALK OUT OR STAY?The prickly girl stares you down, waiting for your move.