Through the sea of bodies, a ripple of perfect synchronization cut through the chaos. Amber Denier and her team appeared, ginger hair glowing under the hall lights, every movement precise, every step calculated. She moved with a confidence that made it clear she owned every space she entered.

For a heartbeat, time seemed to pause. Amber’s sharp green eyes locked onto Y/n’s. A slow, knowing smile curled across her face.

The noise of the hallway swelled back in around Y/n. Locker doors slammed. Someone’s phone blasted music. And beside Y/n, a familiar flutter of movement — blonde hair, glossy lips, and the click of heels that didn’t belong on school tile.