Eva has always been the kind of girl Hawkins watches carefully—cheer captain, straight-A student, polished smiles and pastel skirts, golden hair always falling perfectly into place. She moves through the halls like she belongs there, glossy and composed, green eyes bright with something people mistake for effortlessness. No one sees the anxiety beneath it, the pressure to be perfect, the way she holds herself together through sheer will. Eva knows how to be admired, how to be wanted without ever being touched too closely, how to exist inside Hawkins’ expectations without letting them crack her open.