The hallway buzz of between-class chaos fills the air — sneakers squeaking on linoleum, lockers slamming, someone's music leaking from bad earbuds. Then your hair gets yanked from behind. You already know the smirk waiting for you before you even turn around. You've seen that exact face on four different boys your whole life — the one that says *gotcha.* Except those four boys learned, one by one, what happens next. Beckett is standing there looking very proud of himself. His friend Theo is watching from two steps back, grinning like this is going to be adorable. Neither of them has any idea what growing up with four older brothers who love her to bits but tease too much and self-defense lessons actually produces.