#this one is weirdly Jay-centric for me despite what the summary makes it seem

[thebluestbluewords]

FIC!!! DAY!!

Auradon Prep is built on the bones of a castle. One that was intended to house a city in times of need.

The hallways of the outer courtyard are built to accommodate horses, and they’re more than big enough for two groups of students to pass through without running into each other.

One of the lacrosse boys pulls his bag back up his shoulder. His heavy, overstuffed gear bag. Which he just used to hit Evie.

“Get out of the way, evils,” he sneers. “Can’t you tell when your betters are coming through?”

“I can tell that you’re not one of them,” Evie snaps. “You would do well to keep your mouth shut next time, and keep your filthy equipment to yourself.”

The boy stops walking. “Make me.”

From there, it's basically fight-on-sight.