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Anna POV The hallways of Willow-Hills High buzzed with the usual Monday morning chaos—lockers slamming, sneakers squeaking, gossip ricocheting from wall to wall—but all of it blurred into white noise for me. My mind was elsewhere, replaying the events of the weekend, especially the part where the Winterveil quadruplets had made me feel like I belonged… like I had power… and then shown me just how deep I was in their game. I found Louisa waiting for me at the far end of the corridor, leaning against the wall with her phone in one hand and a coffee in the other. Her eyes lit up when she saw me.

He was alone and leaning his head back on the bench showing his slender neck and perfect jawline while gazing up at the blue sky. Though she doesn’t want to disturb him, unintentionally, her footsteps, her bag zipper sound and the way she flips her book’s pages greatly disturbed him. She started to study for her upcoming English test putting on her earphones to avoid all other disturbances. Charlotte is the smartest student in her class, every time she gets compliments from her teachers for her good grades and attentive nature. But others call her simply as a nerd. She’s too boring and her classmates hesitate to hang out with her so she doesn’t have any friends too.

She leaned in and whispered to Dawn, “What did I tell you? Charlie is different when she is free from her cage!” Charlie’s brows met. ‘Did everyone think I was in Luke’s cage all that time?’ She had not really felt she was in a cage, but she admitted to spending all her time on studies, Luke, his friends, and her so-called best friends, Ashley and Sofia. Charlie and her new group of friends chatted about classes when, suddenly, Ashley remarked, “Oh, my god. It’s Taylor West and the obnoxious Atomic Heat.” The Wall Street Warriors team began to talk about Taylor and his friends.

Alice nodded in sympathy. Even though Charlotte had just told us about her horrible childhood, she still had a positive attitude. While we continued to pull weeds, Charlotte told us what she knew about the Golden Hive. She had made friends with some of the girls who had been here for a long time. I tried to memorize all the information that she was throwing at me, but she talked very fast. Most of it was things that I already knew before I joined. Alice and I mostly listened to her. I liked both of them and I was glad that they were my roommates. They were opposites, with Charlotte being outgoing and bubbly, and Alice more reserved and insightful.

Pleased, she plopped down on her chair and continued with her book. The hall resumed with its deafening silence. The boys of the Bad Boys Club..... And their bitches went back to their discussion but it was a quiet, whispered discussion. The only one who didn't seem to be interested in the conversation was the one Charlie called Christian Ward. He was scanning the hall as if looking for something while the redhead was beside him apparently trying to get his attention. After some time he gave her his attention and smiled at something she said. I almost sighed at the deep dimples that appeared, lightening the gray of his eyes. "Drooling over him now, are you? ". The question came from no other

" He is a serious character, and she is a fun, outgoing, adventurous young lady. I was in the middle of the part when Lizzie and Mr. Darcy kissed. Out of nowhere, someone grabbed my book out of my hand. "Hey! Give me my book back". I looked up and saw Wade Freaking Jefferson with my book in his hands. With a smirk. Oh no, not him, anything but my sex... I mean my nightmare bully." I started to shake in my seat. Oh please! leave me alone. She thought. "Well...well... isn't my" little virgin Cherry "with a smirk on his face." He put his hand on my thigh.

So I wrote it down. “Hey,” Liv said, catching up to me at the school steps. “Hey,” I said, fixing my backpack. “You look like you slept two hours,” she said. “Felt like two hours,” I said, walking faster. The first bell rang, and we walked inside where the hallways smelled like old books and new perfume. Couples leaned against lockers, sharing headphones and coffee, and I kept my eyes on the floor. Posters for Winter Formal already hung on the walls, they said Save The Date in glitter letters, and I had no date to save. My locker was next to Sofia Martinez, who had a photo of her and her boyfriend taped inside.

"You wouldn't know what it feels like, but being a wallflower has its perks." "What do you mean?" "Oh, please, Charlotte. You're not a person who can just blend in the background. In a room full of men, they look at you because they want you. In a room of women, they either want to be you or hate you. Though, I suppose that carries its own privileges." Janet lowered her thick-rimmed glasses and sat up straighter, pulling her brown hair behind her back. "What I'm trying to say is that I see and hear a lot of things when people ignore me. I am merely pointing this out because I want you to believe what I'm going to say. Floyd... is not a good man."

WILLOW'S POV My heart was beating as I walked around school looking for Ian. It's a break, so it's not a problem. I walked down the hall. I noticed some students talking in the lobby of the school. They were much, though. My eyes landed on Ian and his friends. He was quiet while they spoke. I walked up to him. His friends noticed me coming. They all walked away, leaving Ian and me at the corner. But that didn't stop everyone's eyes from being on us. "What does she think she's doing?" Someone whispered. I stood in front of him nervously, but he wasn't looking at me. Doesn't he know I'm in front of him?

They were in high spirits, chatting and laughing as they made their way to their lockers. “Well, well, look who we have here,” Amanda sneered, her clique gathering around her. “The twins and their charity case.” Alison, Ella, and Ethan had encountered this kind of animosity before and had learned to handle it with grace. Initially, they ignored Amanda’s taunts, choosing not to engage in the negativity. They went about their locker routines, focusing on the tasks at hand.