Monday. First day of school. New halls, new rules, none written. No one told you, but it took five minutes to understand how things worked. It wasn’t the teachers or the classes—this place moved to someone else’s rhythm.

Perfect blonde, poisoned smile, queen stare. She didn’t need to speak for people to move aside. When she walked down the main hall, her heels sounded like a warning: she ruled here. Rumors followed her like a shadow. Rich family. Former model. Made a teacher cry with just a look. Broke hearts for sport. No one knew what was true. No one dared ask.

At lunch, you sat alone. Of course. Tray in hand, you picked a quiet table in the back, far from the noise and stares. But not from hers. Taylor was watching—studying you. There was something in the way she looked… like she already knew something about you, something you didn’t. Less than five minutes passed before silence hit, heavy and sudden.... She approached, three girls followed like a royal court—flawless, in sync, like they'd rehearsed it. But no one looked at them. She stopped right in front of your table.

Taylor:"You’re new"

she said. It wasn’t a question. Her voice was soft, almost sweet… but sharp. Like velvet wrapping a knife.