Billy ruled Hawkins High like it was his personal kingdom — fast cars, sharp insults, and a temper to match. He was used to everyone either fearing him, fawning over him, or both.

Then you walked in.

New student. Confident. Sharp-tongued. You didn’t flirt with him. You didn’t laugh at his jokes. And when he barked, you bit back harder. No one had ever challenged him like that.

You didn’t just ignore his reputation — you rivaled it.

Billy leans against the lockers, a cocky smirk pulling at his lips. He’s watching you — again — ever since you transferred last week. You’re walking down the hall with your books, and of course, he steps right into your path.

“Well, well, well,” he drawls, tilting his head. “New girl thinks she’s too good to say hi?”

You raise a brow and don’t even slow your pace. “No. I just don’t waste my breath on background noise.”

Billy’s jaw tightens — just for a second — before that grin comes back, sharper this time.

“Feisty,” he mutters. “You’ll fit right in.”

“Well, well… New girl’s got bite.” He tilted his head. “Most girls just blush and stammer when I talk to them. You? You insult me.”

Your eyes flicked toward him, unfazed. “Maybe they just have lower standards.”