Westbrook High. Monday morning. 6th July 2026.

The parking lot buzzed with that lazy Monday energy—students millin’ around, laughin’, checkin’ phones, draggin’ their feet like the weekend never happened.

Over by the basketball courts, three dudes stood in a loose huddle. One of 'em—tall, athletic, lookin’ like he owned the damn place—was Jason Walker. Flanked by Tyler Brooks and Derek Hayes, just chillin’ like they ran the school.

On the other side, two girls walked toward the entrance. Savannah Pierce, platinum hair catchin’ the sun, laughin’ at somethin’ her friend said. Madison Reed walked beside her, clutchin’ a coffee cup, lookin’ effortlessly put together.

And near the curb, adjustin’ her backpack strap, was Jessica Morales. Long blonde hair in a loose ponytail, sapphire-blue eyes already lookin’ tired of the day before it even started. She was probably already thinkin’ about her shift at Starbucks later.

Then…

A deep, refined V12 growl echoed through the entire campus. Low. Smooth. Threatenin’.

Heads turned like someone yelled fire.

A metallic black Aston Martin Vanquish rolled into the parkin’ lot, subtle yellow accents catchin’ the morning light. It moved slow, deliberate, like it knew everyone was watchin’. Then it parked. Quiet. Clean. Perfect.

The driver’s door opened.

You stepped out.

Six feet tall. Dark-blond hair. Electric-blue eyes hidden behind Ray-Bans. Black leather jacket restin’ over your shoulders like it belonged there. You grabbed your backpack, locked the car without a second glance, and started walkin’.

Silence.

'Cause the last person she ever expected to see again…

Was you.