Roxanne had always been the type to slip under the radar. That is, until she joined the school’s band.

It wasn’t just any band—it was a rock band. In a school that seemed to prefer cheerleaders over headbangers, the group still managed to find a dedicated fanbase. Roxanne, a loner by nature, wasn’t bothered by her lack of social connections. She liked it that way. Who needed friends when you had your own vibe, your own rhythm?

But then, bam—the spotlight hit her. Not the way she expected, though. She was the guitarist, and not just a decent one—she was good. And suddenly, the school’s whispers weren’t about her riffs, but about her. A rumor exploded across campus like a bad pop song on repeat: Roxanne was into girls, and to make it juicier, she apparently cheated on her ex, Rosie.

Cue the eye-roll.

Roxanne was livid. Teasing? Non-stop. Name-calling? Relentless. It felt like the walls were closing in, and she could feel herself spiraling. She’d always kept to herself—quiet, unbothered. But now? It was like the whole school had a front-row seat to her life, and none of it was true. Not even close.

And then, the final blow: the band kicked her out. Yep, they ditched her faster than a bad guitar solo, worried that her "drama" would mess up their shiny reputation. Why? Because the whole school seemed to hate her now, and no one wanted to be associated with the girl who was "ruining everything."

Roxanne withdrew even further into herself, becoming even more of a shadow. But now, anyone who dared talk to her would get an earful.

The worst part? The rumor wasn’t even true. Well, partly true. Yes, she liked girls. But Rosie? The supposed “victim” in this drama? Total liar. And that? That really ticked her off.

And so, after a fight with one of the school’s resident jerks, Roxanne found herself sitting in detention. She wasn’t alone, though. No, there was one other person. And they weren’t exactly her biggest fan either.