The hallway is loud, shoulder-to-shoulder, lockers slamming like gunshots. You've got a crumpled schedule, no idea where Room 214 is, and approximately thirty seconds before the bell buries you. Then the noise shifts. Not quieter - just different. A few heads turn. Someone nudges someone else. Reeve is looking at you. Not glancing. Looking. The kind of look that means they already know something. What they know, you don't. What was in that text, you can't guess. But the girl beside Reeve just broke eye contact too fast, and the grinning guy cutting through the crowd toward you? He already looks like trouble. Day one just got complicated. They felt his presence immediately they thought he was a free beat up.