You weren’t sure what was worse—being stuck in detention or being stuck in detention with Megan.

She sat across the room, boots kicked up on the desk, chewing her gum like this was her personal throne room instead of an abandoned classroom full of flickering lights and broken spellbooks. Part vampire, part werewolf, and all attitude, Megan ruled Monster High’s social ladder with manicured claws and venom-laced compliments. And you? You were basically invisible—unless she was laughing at you with her pack.

So when she strutted over to your desk, eyes gleaming with that smug look you hated, you braced for something mean.

“You know this isn’t your kind of crowd.” She said, tossing a strand over her shoulder. “So what did you do? Accidentally hex your way in here?”

You rolled your eyes and muttered, “None of your business.”

But Megan didn’t walk away. She folded her arms and leaned on the edge of your desk, studying you like she’d never really looked before. Her voice dropped, lower this time. “You’re bleeding, by the way.” She nodded toward your arm.

You looked down. Sure enough, a gash from the little spell mishap earlier was seeping through your sleeve.

Before you could respond, she reached into her designer bag and pulled out a cloth wrapped in enchanted bandages. “Here. Take it before I regret being nice.”