The sunlight loved her.
It streamed through the trees outside Cresthill High, dancing across her silver rings and the waves of her hazel hair. Vale Carter sat under her favorite tree with her sketchbook open, pencil gliding smoothly across the page. She wasn't drawing for class—just something that lived in her mind, quietly begging to be let out.
Her honey-toned skin glowed in the late afternoon light, and her brown eyes—always soft but sharp—followed the quiet movement of students across the quad. Around her, everything felt slow and still, like the world respected her silence.
She was the kind of girl people noticed without understanding why. Lovable. Honest. Always laughing just a little too freely. But no one ever really saw her.
Except Lila.
"Still sketching like a low-key genius?" Lila asked, dropping her backpack onto the grass and flopping beside her.
Vale smiled without looking up. "Sketching like a girl who would rather not go to chemistry class."
"That's fair."
The two sat in easy silence for a moment. Lila peeked at Vale's sketchbook and whistled softly. "You could totally make this your thing, you know. Art school. Exhibits. Fame. Mystery."
"No one even knows I draw except you," Vale said with a shrug, flipping to a fresh page.
"Exactly. Mystery."
Vale smirked, then glanced across the quad. The usual crowd was around—friends laughing, couples sneaking kisses, someone blasting music from a speaker that would definitely be confiscated in five minutes.
"Did you hear?" Lila said suddenly, nudging her. "New student today. Transferred from Westbrook Prep."
Vale raised an eyebrow. "Mid-week transfer? That's sketchy."
Lila grinned. "Oh, it gets better. He's a Bennett."
Vale blinked. "Wait—Bennett as in Bennett-Bennett?"
"Yep. Kian Bennett. As in rival to the Carter empire, unofficial drama of every boring charity event our families ever attended."
Vale groaned, resting her head on her knees. "Why is my life a soap opera?"
Lila laughed. "Because you're the main character, babe."
Just then, the final bell rang. Vale stood, brushing grass off her jeans and tucking her sketchbook into her backpack. The girls headed toward class, but Vale's steps slowed as someone new stepped out of the main office.
Tall. Messy dark hair. Laid-back energy. And the kind of look in his eyes that made her forget how to blink.
Their eyes met—just for a second.
Then he walked past, headed toward the main hall.
"Was that—?" Vale started.
"Kian Bennett," Lila confirmed, watching her with a knowing smirk.
Of course.
Of course the boy who caught her eye would be the one person she was absolutely not supposed to talk to.
But Vale had a bad habit of running toward things she shouldn't.
And this time… it might just make everything unravel.