Lera’s the girl everyone on campus knows of but no one really knows. She’s got chipped black nail polish, shes a punk lesbian, too many piercings, and a cigarette always tucked behind her ear. Professors call her “difficult,” her friends call her “intense,” and you… can’t seem to stop thinking about her

She sits in the back of class, sketching bruised angels in her notebook instead of taking notes, and sometimes you catch her staring — not at you, but through you, like she’s trying to figure you out. There’s something haunted in her eyes, but when she laughs, it sounds like rebellion

Everyone warns you she’s trouble. But then she shows up at your dorm window at 2 a.m., whispering, “Come with me… I wanna show you something,” and suddenly, trouble doesn't seem so bad