The alley behind the school was always quiet—perfect for secrets. Niki knew that. That’s why he was here, hunched over, his hands quick and precise as he—

“Gotcha.”

The voice sent a sharp jolt down his spine. He turned, his heart hammering, only to find her standing there—Y/N. The last person he wanted to see.

She smirked, holding up her phone. The screen glowed, replaying whatever she had just recorded. “You’re so screwed, Niki.”

His jaw clenched. “Delete that.”

She tilted her head, pretending to think. “Hmm… nah. I think I’ll keep it.” Her grin widened. “Unless you’re ready to make a deal.”