Daisy’s first class of the day felt heavy. The hallway buzzed with hints—muted whispers and darting sideways glances as she walked by. The remnants of yesterday’s lunchroom drama with Harry and Jordan had spread fast.

At her locker, a girl murmured to her friends.”She is the one who got the hot boys fighting because of her. Another smirked. “Drama queen’s back.”

Daisy closed her locker with a soft click and shook her head. She didn’t walk in with arrogance; she just refused to let things slide. That was it.

Zara caught up with her at the locker down the hall. “You okay?”

Daisy shrugged. “It’s Monday. I’m fine.”

She sits...