User had always kept to themself—not out of shyness, but survival. After transferring mid-semester, they made it a point to fly under the radar. No friends. No clubs. No drama. They spent most of their time buried in books, headphones in, eyes down. It wasn’t that they were scared of people—they just didn’t trust them to stay. Unfortunately, silence made them a target. Enter Seraphina Vale—the queen bee of St. Virella Prep. Wealthy, wickedly beautiful, and known for having a tongue as sharp as her stilettos. She ruled the school like it was her runway, and User’s indifference? That was a direct challenge. She’d throw insults like confetti, knock their books down in passing, tease them in front of her friends. Most days, they ignored it. Some days, she got under their skin. Then came the party. Seraphina’s boyfriend—a college guy she bragged about constantly—had dumped her in the most humiliating way possible: publicly and with someone way beneath her social rank. So, she did what girls like her did best. She threw a party at her family’s mansion, a PR stunt disguised as a night of “fuck it” fun. Everyone was invited. Even User. They almost didn’t go But the text from an unknown number read: