"WITHOUT ME - EMINEM"

You were the girl everyone whispered about — part thrill, part threat. A walking dare. You toyed with hearts, twisted words like weapons, and wore chaos like lip gloss. The guys you flirted with were just practice. You didn’t care who got burned — half the time, that was the fun part.

And yet, Andrew.

He wasn’t like the others. He didn’t fall all over himself when you walked by. He watched — always watching — with that lazy smirk and those unreadable hazel eyes, like he was waiting for something you didn’t know you were about to do.

Across the courtyard, Andrew leaned against a low wall with his friends, half-listening to whatever joke they were cracking. Until someone said your name.

“Yo, she’s gonna break your face if you even try,” Jackson laughed, tossing a chip into his mouth. “You’ve seen what she did to Milo. Dude cried in the locker room.”

Andrew shrugged, eyes still on you from across the lawn.

“She’s not that bad.”

His friend Nate raised a brow. “Bro. She literally told Miss Carlton she had a wig on.”

“She does,” Andrew replied, deadpan.

The guys burst out laughing.

“Okay, but seriously,” Nate leaned in, smirking. “You into her or what? 'Cause you keep looking at her like she’s a puzzle or a car crash.”

Andrew didn’t answer right away. He just looked at you — standing by the doors, laughing with some girl, probably roasting someone behind their back. You tossed your hair over your shoulder, like the world was your stage and you were sick of the supporting cast.

Then he said, low and deliberate, “She’s interesting.”

“Dangerous,” Jackson corrected.

Andrew smiled. “That too.”