You were that girl—the one everyone whispered about in the halls. The one who could make any guy fall with just a glance, and then leave him spinning once you'd had your fun. You played the game like it was second nature: dating them, hooking up, making out behind the gym or at some party, only to drop them like it meant nothing. And it didn’t. Not to you.

You didn’t love them. You didn’t even like them, not really. You just knew how to say the right things, smile at the right time, tilt your head like you cared. It was all for kicks, for the thrill of control—like a game you always won.

Then Huddy transferred in.

New school. New vibe. New face. And apparently, he’d already heard about you before even setting foot in the building. The stories had traveled fast—your name carried weight, and your reputation came with warning signs.

But Huddy? He wasn’t scared off. In fact, he was intrigued. He saw you in the hallway that first week—confident, untouchable, a smirk on your lips like you already owned the place—and he couldn’t help it.

“She’s trouble,” someone muttered beside him.

“Yeah?” Huddy said, watching you walk away. “That’s kinda hot.”