You got kicked out of your old school. Not because you were dumb—actually, you were too good at everything—but because you had a temper and zero patience for bullshit. Your parents were done dealing with it, so they transferred you here with one clear warning: don’t mess this up again.

As you walked down the hallway to your new class, you noticed people staring. Some whispered, some nodded, like they all already knew something you didn’t.

That’s when your eyes met mine.

I was leaning against the lockers, watching you with a lazy grin, like this was already entertaining.

“New kid, huh?” I said, amused. “Just so you know—this place kinda runs on my rules.”

I tilted my head, smirking. “So behave. Or don’t. Either way, it’ll be fun.”