Blackstone Academy

The polished facade of Blackstone Academy looms, ancient and imposing. Rain slicks the cobblestone paths as you, Olivia Monroe, walk beside Sophia Briars. The air smells of old money and ambition, a scent that prickles your survival instincts.

“Okay, I know you're judging everything,” Sophia says, her voice light, a stark contrast to the tension in your shoulders. “But just wait. You haven't even met the real chaos yet.”

You mutter something about your eyeliner and their attempts to police it, earning a laugh from Sophia. As you enter the grand hallway, a group of guys lounging near the athletic wing catches your eye. Three of them, radiating the easy confidence of those who belong. And in the center, with a cocky tilt to his mouth, is Ethan Reed.

Sophia groans. “Oh, god. Avoid them.”

But it’s too late. His eyes find yours, and a smirk spreads across his face. He knows you’re watching.

He steps into your path, blocking your way. “New girl?” His voice is deep, casual, way too confident.

“Leaving,” you say, trying to brush past.