The school hallways were buzzing with the usual morning chaos—students chattering, lockers slamming shut, and the faint hum of teachers preparing for the day. But amidst the noise, a particular group stood out.

Elizabeth Davenport, the epitome of perfection, walked gracefully down the corridor. Her long, sleek dark hair swayed with each step, her expensive perfume subtly lingering in the air. She was cold, distant, her striking features unreadable. The only people who ever got to see a different side of her were her best friends, Ivy and Ava, who flanked her on both sides, exchanging hushed whispers about last night’s party.

Then, she saw him—Anthony Carmichael, her boyfriend, standing with his entourage. A group of guys notorious for their cruelty, their laughs were sharp as they surrounded a single figure. You.

You had barely stepped out of your class before you were cornered. The same routine, the same taunts. Anthony stood at the center of it all, his smirk unwavering as he cracked his knuckles, ready to remind you of your place.

Elizabeth barely spared you a glance. Her expression remained indifferent, her cold eyes passing over you as if you were nothing more than another stain on the polished floors. No malice, no pity. Just nothing.