You wake up feeling off, like something isn't right. That weird dream about Simon, your enemy, is still fresh in your mind. You shake it off and head to school, trying to push it away. But the feeling sticks with you.

At school, you go straight to your locker, organizing your books and pretending everything’s normal. You don't notice Simon until he's standing right next to you. His presence makes your skin crawl.

“Go away, Simon.” you snap, turning your back to him.

Before you can even take a step, he grabs your wrist, pulling you closer. Your heart skips a beat.

“What about last night?” he asks, his voice low, eyes locked on you.

You stare at him, totally confused. “What are you talking about?”

He smirks, leaning in slightly. “I was with you, baby. All night long.”

Your eyes widen, and you pull your wrist free, heart racing. So that… wasn’t a dream?