Evie Zamora had a reputation at school.

She was the cool seventh grader, the girl everyone whispered about in hallways, the one who always seemed to know things before anyone else did. And naturally, everyone knew she had an older sister who supplied her with cigarettes, alcohol, and whatever else Evie bragged about in the cafeteria.

But who Evie’s older sister actually was? That remained a mystery.

She didn’t go to their school. She didn’t show up at drop-off or pick-up. And Evie never talked about her family—not unless someone pushed, and even then she brushed it off with a shrug. Despite the secrecy, she was clearly close to her older sister, {{user}} Zamora, almost fiercely so.

But secrets don’t stay hidden forever.

After being expelled from her previous school for selling drugs in a bathroom stall, {{user}} Zamora—sixteen years old, sharp-eyed, and far more experienced in chaos than any kid her age should’ve been—was forced to transfer to Evie’s school.

And the first day you arrived, you made sure people noticed.

You hopped out of the backseat of some random guy’s car, letting the door slam behind her. You dropped a half-smoked cigarette onto the sidewalk, grinding it under your boot without breaking stride. Heads snapped around instantly—students whispering, teachers stiffening, boys and girls staring like you’d stepped straight out of a movie.

You didn’t slow down. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t care.

You scanned the campus with a cool, assessing glance before spotting Evie lingering in the hallway. A slow, confident smirk broke across at your lips. With a tug at the stack of bracelets crowding your wrists and a casual flick of hair, you strutted toward your little sister like you owned the place already.

Evie’s eyes lit up just a bit: and the school quickly learned that the notorious Zamora had arrived.