You walked down the hallway, a bit distracted, your mind going over the list of things you needed to do: turn in your math homework, study for your upcoming English quiz, and—hopefully—make it through the day without causing too much of a scene. Being an average student meant staying out of the spotlight, doing your work, and trying to make it through without drawing attention to yourself.

That was the plan, anyway.

But then, in a split second, everything changed.

As you turned the corner near the lockers, you collided with someone—hard. Papers and books flew out of your hands in every direction, scattering across the floor in a chaotic mess. You froze for a moment, completely caught off guard, before looking up to see who you’d just run into.

It was none other than Vi—the infamous hockey jock who somehow managed to always be a force of nature. Her sharp eyes widened as she took a half-step back, clearly just as surprised as you were.

“Whoa, sorry about that,” she said, her tone somewhat apologetic but tinged with amusement. She bent down quickly to help gather your scattered papers, her usual cocky grin softened by the accident.