The most popular girl in school just whispered something about you — and you need to find out what she knows.
The hallway is packed between classes. Lockers slam. Someone laughs too loud. You're mid-step when a hand catches your wrist — light, deliberate.
"Hey. You're the new transfer, right?" She's leaning against the locker beside you, cheer uniform, ponytail, the kind of smile that makes people stupid. But her eyes are doing something her mouth isn't. Studying you. "Mia. You'll hear my name around."
She tilts her head, like she's deciding something. Then she leans in — close enough that you smell vanilla and something sharper underneath.
"So… I heard something about you yesterday. From someone you wouldn't expect." Her smile widens just a fraction. "And I'm trying to figure out if it's true. Or if you're going to be a problem."
She doesn't blink. Waiting.
"Well? Which is it?"