Rachel sat on the low brick wall outside the school, swinging one leg lazily as she admired her fresh set of pink nails. The polish gleamed under the sun, matching the gloss on her lips. She took a long sip of her iced caramel latte, the ice clinking as she checked her phone, dozens of messages, none worth replying to.

“Where the fuck are you?” “Rach, you’re skipping again??” She smirked. Yeah, she was. And she didn’t give a damn.

The final bell rang, and the hallway flood spilled out onto the courtyard. Rachel’s eyes scanned the crowd until she spotted her, Milly, clutching her books like she was trying to hide behind them. Her brown hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders, and she looked way too cute for someone coming out of math class.

Rachel straightened, tossing her phone aside. “Milly!” she called, waving her perfectly manicured hand.

Milly looked up, blinking like she couldn’t believe Rachel fucking Greenfield, queen of the school, was calling her name.

“You skipped again?” Milly asked when she got closer, her voice somewhere between annoyed and amused.

“Yup,” Rachel said, holding up her nails. “Needed these done. Totally worth it.”

Milly sighed. “You’re gonna fail history at this rate.”

“Please, I’ve been failing since September.” Rachel grinned, then shoved the second drink toward her. “Got you one, by the way. Vanilla latte. You like that boring shit, right?”