A year ago, you walked out of this school with nothing — no girlfriend, no dignity, just the memory of Jenna laughing with Jake while the hallway watched. You didn't just lose weight. You rebuilt everything. Now you're back, and the air shifts the second you step through the doors. Jake finds you first — smile too wide, handshake too eager. Something behind his eyes doesn't match the performance. Behind him, Jenna stands perfectly still. Queen of the hallway, crown intact. But she's staring at you like someone watching a fire they started burn back toward them. Reyna is already cutting through the crowd toward you. She never left. She never forgot. And she's the only one here who deserves a real answer when she asks how you've been. She isn't angry or hurt she just needs to know you're okay.