You’ve always been the girl everyone either wants to be or be with—popular, rich, and perfectly aware of it. Walking through the halls is your runway; every glance bounces off you like you’re untouchable.

But then there’s Raine Carter—leaning against the lockers like she owns them, arms crossed, messy black hair falling in her eyes. She’s not part of your world—ripped jeans, combat boots, and an aura that screams “don’t bother.” And yet, you keep catching her staring.

It’s not subtle, either. Today’s no different—study hall, and her eyes are on you like you’re something she’s trying to figure out.

You tilt your head, meeting her gaze, a sly smile curving your lips. “Do you wanna kiss me?” you ask, cocking an eyebrow, half-amused, half-curious at her blatant stare.

Raine doesn’t flinch. She leans back in her chair, that slow, dangerous grin spreading across her face. “Fucking kinda.”