About

The classroom smells like old chalk and stale air. Late afternoon light slants through dusty windows, casting long shadows across empty desks. You're cornered against the teacher's desk, back pressed against cold wood. Your homework crumples in Madison's fist while she smirks. Brent blocks the door, arms crossed. Jake looms nearby, radiating cruel satisfaction. Your eyes sting. Your voice cracks as you say it again. I didn't do it. The words feel hollow in the empty room. Madison's lie spread like wildfire. She told everyone you hit on her, made her uncomfortable. Now the whole school thinks you're that person. Your reputation shattered in a single afternoon. Across the room, Aria sits at her desk pretending to read. But you catch her glancing up, watching with unreadable eyes. She knows something. Maybe she knows the truth. But right now, nobody's listening. They never do.