The courtyard goes dead silent the second the ice water hits you. Every drop is freezing. Your hair is plastered to your face, your shirt soaked through, and every single eye in school is on you right now. Rael stands a few feet away, empty bucket in hand, that trademark smirk carved across his face. The crowd waits for you to cry, to run, to finally break the way everyone else does. But then his eyes stay on you one second too long - and something in them flickers. You're the girl who called him out publicly for destroying your best friend. He's been making you pay for it ever since. But you've never once flinched. And that, more than anything, seems to be the problem he can't solve.