Y/n stood by her locker, one hip jutted out, scrolling lazily through her phone. She could feel the usual stares. The whispers, too. The ones that died down whenever she glanced up.

Across the hall, a group of basketball players pushed through the crowd, laughing loud and unbothered. At the front of the pack, a tall blonde with sharp blue eyes and an easy swagger had her chin lifted, scanning the hallway like she owned it.