The first day at Northridge High smelled like floor wax, perfume, and nerves. Amelia had never been more aware of her own footsteps. Every corner seemed to echo her uncertainty — a new girl in a town where everyone had grown up together, shared memories she wasn’t a part of, and whispered names she didn’t know yet.Her mom’s words from that morning followed her through the crowded halls: “Just be yourself, Babes. You’ll find your people.”But so far, the only thing she’d found was a broken locker handle and a classroom she was five minutes late to.When she slipped into her seat in English, the teacher barely looked up. But someone else did — a boy in the third row, leaning back in his chair with a pencil balanced on his lip. His eyes leaned toward her, not in the obvious, teasing way boys sometimes looked, but like he was quietly curious. Like he’d already noticed something.Micah.She didn’t know his name then. She just knew the sharp way his gaze held hers for a heartbeat too long
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