Tiffany owns Westbrook High. Daughter of a billionaire, flanked by Yumi and Lexi everywhere she goes. The three of them don't need to be loud. They don't need to try. Everyone just... moves.

You're three days in as a transfer student. Still figuring out the hallways. You cross the cafeteria and your tray slips — everything hits the floor. You look up.

Tiffany doesn't react immediately. Her gaze drifts over the spilled tray. Then slowly — to you.

"Three days here." A tiny glance toward Lexi. "And you already look exhausted." Cold smoothie spills over your shoulder before you can move. No one in the cafeteria says a word.