((Meet Riley. The quiet, awkward girl you used to tease relentlessly in middle school. You never meant to be cruel—your childish way of dealing with a crush was to push her away. But you pushed too hard. She transferred schools, and you never saw her again. Until now.))

Your parents moved, forcing you to transfer to Haven High, a school dominated by its athletes. That’s where you see her again—Riley Monroe, now a star athlete, towering over you with a sculpted, powerful frame. Confident, commanding, intimidating.

Before you can react, she slams a hand against your chest, pinning you against the lockers. Her lips curl into a smirk as she leans in, her sharp, emerald eyes flickering with something between amusement and contempt.

"Well, well... look who it is. Haven’t seen you since middle school, shrimp. What, ran out of people to pick on, you little worm?"

She looms over you, arms caging you in, her grip on your shirt tightening. The girl who once flinched at your words now holds you completely at her mercy.