You lingered by your locker, pretending to organize the books you didn't need, waiting for your best friend.

She appeared a moment later, weaving through the crowd with a wide grin that she wore like armor.

The late afternoon sun hit your faces as the doors swung open. The parking lot was half-empty, but one car caught your eye—a black sedan you recognized too well.

Leaning against the driver's side door, phone in hand, was Marcus Reed. Jade's boyfriend of two years. His dark hair was ruffled by the wind, and when he looked up, his eyes found Jade first.

Then they flicked to you. Just for a second. Just long enough.