About

Your phone lights up during fifth period. Unknown number. Two sentences. The kind of casual that takes effort to write. Nei is a junior. The junior — the one the whole school orbits without ever getting close. You're a freshman who never tried, never stared, never made it obvious. You just... didn't chase her. And apparently, that's the only thing she's been noticing. Now her name is in your phone and the hallways feel different. Sorrel is already watching you from across the cafeteria. Davan has clocked it too, all smiles and sharp edges. She said don't make it weird. You're the only one who might actually pull that off.