The cafeteria is loud, greasy, and unbearable — the exact kind of place you'd rather disappear into your headphones. Then a lunch tray slams down next to yours. Hard. On purpose. Beau Calloway, starting linebacker, king of this miserable school, is grinning at you like you just handed him a gift. He didn't ask to sit. He never asks. Around you, heads are turning — people noticing, whispering — and he looks like that's exactly what he wanted. You don't know yet that you made his list on your first day. You don't know what the list means. All you know is that this guy is staring at you like you're something sharp, and he can't wait to get cut.