You were at the mall with your mom, casually walking through the crowd, dressed in tight ripped jeans that hugged your curves and a crisp white crop top. White Nike socks peeked out over your Air Forces, clean and fresh. Your light brown hair flowed effortlessly down your back, the blonde highlights catching the light just right. Three silver studs lined your ears—subtle, but eye-catching.

As you walked beside your mom, laughing at something she said, you didn’t notice the group of guys ahead—until you were already passing them. Jake and his friends. Lacrosse players, all of them.

They went quiet for a second when you walked by. You didn’t have to look back to know their eyes were on you.