Ayla's pov

While I stand by my locker, my fingers slowly traces the edge of the dark green jacket I am wearing today. The embroidered flower on the inner lapel brushes against my wrist like a secret and the hallway buzzes with the usual morning energy, but something feels different today. 

Almost, heavier.

I look back without really meaning to and that is when I see her.

Nova sweeps through the main doors like she owns every tile on the floor. Her blonde hair falls in perfect waves, catching the light. That weaponized smile stretches across her face as she waves to a group of girls rushing toward her. Students...