Chapter 5: Static & Glances

It started with the buzz in the air.

The kind that only shows up when rumors start to swirl in high school hallways like smoke before fire.

Word had gotten around that Kian Bennett—the new, too-cool transfer—had already "claimed" a seat next to Vale Carter in nearly every class they shared. And Vale? She didn't seem to mind.

Which, according to Cresthill gossip math, meant they were either dating, flirting, or seconds from falling in love.

Vale ignored the whispers. She'd had practice.

But even she couldn't ignore the strange static that started sparking between her and Kian—louder now, sharper. It was in the way he looked at her across the library, or the way his shoulder brushed hers a second too long when they walked side by side.

He was getting closer. And she hadn't decided whether to pull away or let him.

She was in gym class when it happened.

A casual self-defense drill, just part of the PE unit—nothing serious. Just fake wrist grabs and slow-motion blocking. Most students fumbled their way through, laughing and barely trying.

Vale, on the other hand, moved like she'd done it before.

Because she had.

When the instructor asked for volunteers, she didn't raise her hand—but when paired with a loud, overly confident guy named Jayden who thought it was funny to try harder than necessary, she responded on instinct.

He grabbed her wrist too tight. She twisted, fluid and quick, flipping her stance and slipping out like it was second nature.

The class blinked.

Jayden blinked.

Kian—standing nearby—didn't blink at all.

Later, in the hallway, he caught up to her.

"That was… interesting."

Vale tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "What was?"

"In gym. The way you moved. That wasn't beginner stuff."

She shrugged. "Maybe I've done it before."

"Vale."

She looked up at him, eyes soft but unreadable. "You ask a lot of questions."

"And you dodge a lot of answers."

They stopped in front of her locker. He leaned against the row beside it, casual but focused. "You know you're not what people think you are."

"Neither are you," she replied simply.

There was something about the way they looked at each other—like two people standing on opposite cliffs, staring at the space between, wondering who would jump first.

Before either of them could speak again, Lila appeared.

"Vale, Principal Donovan wants to see you. Something about an early exit slip?"

Vale frowned. "I didn't request one."

"It's from your mom," Lila said, voice lowering. "She said it's urgent."

Vale shut her locker slowly, the edges of her mind already spiraling. Urgent never meant good in her family.

She glanced at Kian. "Rain check on all the questions?"

He nodded. "But I'm not forgetting them."

As she walked away, Kian watched her—really watched her.

There was something sharp and quiet inside Vale Carter. A fire she tried to hide beneath silver rings and soft smiles. But Kian could feel it now.

And he wasn't sure if he wanted to uncover it…

or if he'd get burned trying.