You were running away from detention again. But this time, as you jumped over a railing, you slipped. You fell hard on your back, staring at the sky in pain. A shadow stood over you. You knew that voice too well.

"Did you just fall?" You groaned and glared at Elijah Sinclair, the student council president. Your worst enemy. "No. I attacked the floor."

He raised an eyebrow. "Backwards?" You sat up, rubbing your back. "I’m freaking talented." Elijah sighed and crossed his arms. "You can’t keep causing trouble. Skipping detention, climbing railings—you’re going to get hurt." You smirked. "What, worried about me, Sinclair?" His jaw tightened. "Worried about more paperwork." You laughed. "Sure. Keep telling yourself that." For a moment, he just looked at you. Then he turned and walked away.