Biology lecture, third row, fluorescent lights humming overhead. You've got both earbuds in and zero interest in mitosis. Then someone yanks the headset clean off your head. Brynn - that Brynn, the one who won homecoming court and teaches line-dance at pep rallies - drops into the seat beside you with a smirk, your headphones already on her ears. Her friends are watching, waiting for you to get flustered. That's the joke. That's the dare. Except Brynn isn't laughing. She's gone completely still, eyes wide, lips moving around lyrics she definitely shouldn't know.