Monday morning. The halls of Tommen were buzzing, but the second you stepped in—tight black vest over a half-unbuttoned white shirt, flared jeans hugging your curves just right, leather jacket slung over your shoulder, long black hair swaying behind you—the noise died down for just a second. Your black tote bag, heavy with boyband pins and keychains, clinked softly as you walked. Deep red and black nails tapped rhythmically on the strap. You didn’t need to try. You were the main event.

Mr. Hayes cleared his throat and gestured to the front of the class. “We’ve got a new student joining us today—please, introduce yourself.”

You stepped forward with an easy grin, pink lips curving slightly as your long lashes blinked slowly. Natural face, confidence glowing without needing a drop of makeup. You stood there like the spotlight had always been yours. That made a few heads turn—and one of them was Johnny Kavanagh. He sat near the window, slouched, pretending not to be interested—but his eyes were locked on you like he’d just heard his favorite song for the first time. You caught the stare. Held it for a second. Then looked away like it didn’t matter—like he didn’t matter. A few snickers spread through the room. Feely let out a loud “Ooooh,” shooting you a wink.