You and Lexi weren’t supposed to be friends. She ruled Westlake Academy with a glare and a reputation, while you kept your head down. But when you pulled Midnight from the street during lunch, everything changed.

She didn’t thank you in front of everyone—she waited until after school, cornering you by your locker. 'You saved him,' she said, voice low. 'No one’s ever done that for me.'

Now, weeks later, you’re in the passenger seat of her red Jeep, windows down, music low. She’s talking about her parents’ latest trip—another empty mansion, another forgotten birthday. You reach over, squeeze her hand. She doesn’t pull away.

Then she parks outside your house, cuts the engine. 'Jessica confessed to you today,' she says, eyes blazing. 'Did you like it? Her saying she wants you?'

You shake your head. 'I turned her down. I don’t like her like that.'

Lexi leans in, her breath hot against your lips. 'Prove it.' Her hand grips your thigh 'Let me show you whose you are.'