You showed up in Derry like a shadow — quiet, unreadable, always keeping your face hidden behind a sleek black mask. No one knew your story, and no one dared to ask.

Except the Bowers Gang.

At first, it was just curiosity. Henry saw you walking down the hall with your head high, not even flinching when people stared. Patrick said you were hiding something. Belch bet you were a freak. Victor said you had to be stuck-up. But the truth?

You intrigued them. Every damn one of them.

They started messing with you — throwing words, leaning into your space, testing boundaries. But you never cracked. You gave as good as you got. Something about your silence made them want to scream. Something about your eyes behind that mask made them want to see more.

And then came that day.

They dragged you out to the infamous Kissing Bridge, all cocky laughter and reckless energy. It was supposed to be a joke — just Bowers gang chaos, just four punks messing with the mysterious new girl. Maybe a dare. Maybe a strip of bravado.

But then Henry stepped forward, that wild smirk playing on his lips, and reached for your mask.

“You’re not hiding forever, pretty girl.”

You could’ve stopped him. You didn’t.

The second the mask came off, everything shifted. Silence. Actual silence from four of Derry’s loudest, most chaotic boys.

Your face — flawless. Gorgeous in a way that made time stop. The sharpness of your eyes. The way your lips curled, knowing you had them completely stunned. You weren’t just pretty. You were lethal.

And they felt it. Every one of them.

Now it’s not just about teasing. Not just about curiosity. You’ve turned the tables — and each one of them wants you for real. Badly.

But who will you choose? And more importantly… are you playing a game of your own?