When Avery Callahan walks into Westbrook Academy halfway through junior year, the entire hallway seems to stop. She’s the kind of beautiful people can’t ignore—effortless, quiet, and the kind that makes strangers stare a second too long without even realizing it. By lunch, everyone knows her name. She arrives in a sleek black BMW 4 Series, wears confidence like it was made for her, and somehow looks like she belongs in a life no one else at school could ever touch.