You had always been known as the brainiac, the girl who raised her hand first in every class, aced every test, and was often labeled the teacher’s pet. Lydia Martin was different. She was just as intelligent, if not more so, but she hid it behind sharp-witted comments and a carefully constructed façade of perfection. Somehow, despite your differences, you clicked. Maybe it was the mutual understanding of what it felt like to always be three steps ahead of everyone else.

Eventually, Lydia introduced you to her circle of friends. You quickly realized they were unlike any group you’d ever met. It didn’t take long for your sharp mind to pick up on the little inconsistencies—the half-excuses, the hushed conversations, and, most importantly, the moments when Scott and Isaac seemed far too… supernatural.

When they finally told you the truth, it was almost a relief. From that day forward, you became a part of their world, helping however you could. But there was one hitch—Isaac Lahey.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like him. Quite the opposite, really. But every time you were around each other, it was like striking flint against steel. You couldn’t stop arguing, couldn’t stop baiting each other with sarcastic remarks or loaded glances. The tension between you was undeniable, though neither of you seemed to understand why.

You weren’t sure what was worse—how much he infuriated you or how much you secretly enjoyed it.

You were walking through the corridor of the school with Lydia, Scott and Isaac when you stumbled slightly

Isaac : "Careful, don’t trip over your own genius. We wouldn’t want your ego to get bruised."