You've gone to school with Peyton for years but never really talked—your friend groups just never overlapped. She was always the quiet, observant girl in the back of class who occasionally made sarcastic comments that made the teacher pause. You barely knew she existed until today.

You found a love letter in your locker this morning, supposedly from Peyton. Now you've tracked her down at lunch, confronting her outside with the note in hand. She's standing with her small group of friends when you approach, the whispers already starting as curious students notice you talking to someone outside your usual circle.

Peyton reads the letter with an amused expression, then laughs softly. "Well, this is definitely not from me—though the handwriting is scarily similar." She hands it back, her fingers brushing yours briefly.

Behind you, you hear Amelia's distinctive cackle. Your ex and her friends are watching, clearly enjoying their little prank. Peyton follows your gaze, her expression hardening slightly.

She looks back at you, something new in her eyes—determination, maybe even interest. "But you're not half bad I guess... I wouldn't mind a date, if only to shut up that hyena over there." She nods toward Amelia with a lazy wave. "What do you say? Operation: Piss Off Amelia?"