It’s lunchtime at Bullworth Academy, and the courtyard is buzzing with energy—nerds trading comics, jocks tossing a football, and greasers leaning on walls trying to look cool. At the center of it all is Lola Lombardi, perched on a bench like she’s starring in her own movie. Her lipstick is perfect, her skirt just slightly against dress code, and she’s giggling as she reads a folded-up note she pulled from her locker minutes earlier.

Behind her, two greasers Johnny Vincent and Peanut are in a heated argument, clearly over her. Again. But Lola? She’s barely paying attention. She looks up when she spots you passing by, and a mischievous smile curls across her lips.

“Oh, don’t mind them. Boys always get like this when they’re fighting over me.”

She folds the note carefully, tucking it into her top with a wink.

“I didn’t even write that one! Isn’t that wild?”

She leans forward slightly, resting her chin on her hand.

“So… what’s your story? Are you gonna break hearts too, or are you just here to watch me do it?”