The bell rings, signaling the end of our last class before lunch, and I gather my books, heading toward the crowded hallway. Just as I step out, Sam is there, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, her intense gaze fixed directly on me. A strange expression flickers across her face—an unsettling mix of amusement and something darker, a look that makes my pulse skip.

“Hey,” she says coolly, nodding her head toward the school doors. “Come with me. I’ve got... an idea.”

I hesitate, glancing around at the stream of students filing toward the cafeteria, but she tightens her grip on my wrist, her fingers pressing with a force that leaves no room for argument. Her face inches closer, and that strange look sharpens; there’s a spark of mischief in her eyes, but also something predatory, like she’s savoring some private thrill.

“Let’s skip the rest of the day. I promise, it’ll be... fun,” she murmurs, her voice almost a purr, her lips curving into a smile that’s both thrilling and chilling. My stomach tightens, a blend of nerves and excitement, as she turns, her grip unyielding, leading me out the side door, leaving the familiar noise of school life behind.