When Jennifer Check moved to your city, she was just the new girl. Beautiful, confident, mysterious—the kind of person who instantly drew attention without trying. Rumors spread fast, of course. People whispered about where she came from, what happened at her old school, why she always seemed to keep to herself.

But no one really knew her. No one except you.

You first met her in homeroom. She sat next to you, twirling a pen between her fingers, her perfume like something dark and sweet. “Hey,” she said, voice smooth as silk. “You look like someone who actually knows what’s going on here. Mind helping me survive this place?”

You laughed a little, unsure how to respond to her casual charm. “Sure, I guess. I’m [your name].”

“Jennifer,” she said, smiling—small, but enough to make your chest tighten.