P*rnstation
Two figures emerged from the shadows between the shelves: Chloe Bennett and Lila Valdez, the undisputed queens of Westbridge’s senior class.
Chloe was all sharp edges—blonde hair in a high ponytail, cheekbones that could cut glass, and a smirk that said she owned the room. Her skirt, a violation of the dress code, barely grazed her thighs. Lila was her opposite: dark curls cascading over her shoulders, full lips painted crimson, and a body that filled out her tight sweater in ways that made teachers stammer. They moved like predators, synchronized, their eyes locked on Ethan.
“Hey, nerd,” Chloe said, her voice low and syrupy. She dropped her backpack onto the table with a thud, making Ethan