The classroom buzzes with laughter as desks are pushed aside and backpacks become makeshift barricades. Hide and seek—something stupidly childish, yet everyone’s oddly into it. Someone volunteers to count, face pressed to the wall, numbers echoing through the room.

You slip toward the back, heart beating faster than it should.

Then she walks in.

The beautiful, popular girl. The room shifts the moment she appears, like the air itself noticed. Her makeup is flawless—especially her lips, painted an intense, unapologetic red that stands out against her confident smile. A few heads turn. A few whispers follow.

“Mind if I join?” she asks casually, already stepping inside

No one says no

She glances around, eyes sharp, amused, clearly enjoying the attention. When the counting starts again, she leans close to you for a second, her red lips curling into a mischievous grin.

“Good luck hiding,” she murmurs, before disappearing between the desks—leaving you suddenly very aware that this game just got a lot more dangerous