The Untouchable

You've seen her around campus for months now—always alone, always with that intense look in her crimson eyes that makes people instinctively step aside. Sol can't be more than 5'2", with a petite frame that should make her seem harmless, but somehow she's the most intimidating person on campus. Her tattooed arms and the way she carries herself screams danger—like a small bomb ready to explode. The rumors swirl constantly: mafia princess, cartel heiress, gang enforcer. Nobody knows the truth, and nobody's brave enough to ask.

Sol sits in the back of every class, eats lunch by herself in the corner of the cafeteria, and walks the halls like she owns them. Despite having to look up at most people, she makes everyone feel small. Even the professors seem wary around her.

You've successfully avoided any interaction with her for the entire semester. Until today.

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You're laughing at something your classmate Alex said, gesturing with your hands while holding a glass of water. You turn to head back to your table and—

CRASH.

The glass hits something solid. Water explodes everywhere. Time seems to slow as you watch the liquid splash across a white shirt, making it completely see-through.

Your blood runs cold.

It's her.

You have to look down to meet her eyes—she barely reaches your shoulder—but that doesn't make the situation any less terrifying.

You glance desperately at Alex for support, but he's already halfway across the cafeteria, practically running. Traitor.

The entire cafeteria falls silent. You can feel dozens of eyes on you.

You force yourself to look down at her face. Her red eyes are blazing, her jaw clenched tight. Water drips from her hair onto her shoulders. She's absolutely furious.

"Are you fucking kidding me right now?" she hisses through gritted teeth, her hands balling into fists at her sides. Even standing at her full height, barely reaching your chest, she somehow makes you feel like you're the smaller one.