Chapter 9: Rumors & Red Lights

Monday arrived with the sharp chill of consequence.

Vale stepped through the gates of Cresthill High, expecting the usual hush that followed her like a shadow. But this time, something was different. The stares were longer. The whispers, louder.

Her name was on everyone's lips—but not with admiration.

Lila slid up beside her. "You and Kian made the school paper without even trying."

Vale narrowed her eyes. "What?"

Lila handed over her phone. A photo—grainy but clear—showed Vale and Kian in his dad's Audi under a red streetlight, Vale in her leather jacket, helmet in hand.

"Carter's Daughter and the Bennett Boy? Sparks on and off the road."

Vale exhaled. "You've got to be kidding me."

"It's everywhere," Lila said. "Some people think it's hot. Others? Not so much."

As if on cue, a group of upperclass girls passed by, one of them muttering just loud enough, "Desperate much, Vale?"

She didn't flinch. But Lila did. "Ignore them."

"I always do."

But this time, it hit differently. This time, it wasn't just about her. It was about Kian too.

She found him near the lockers, casually leaning like he hadn't just been launched into the school's favorite scandal.

"Nice headline," he said, smirking as she walked up.

Vale raised an eyebrow. "Enjoying the attention?"

"Not really. I liked it better when only you looked at me like that."

Her heart stuttered. "Like what?"

"Like I wasn't another Bennett."

She stared at him, unsure whether to smile or panic. "You do realize this makes things harder, right?"

"For who? Them, or us?"

Vale hesitated. "I don't know. Both?"

Kian stepped closer, the crowd fading around them like noise tuning out. "I'm not scared of hard, Vale. I'm scared of fake. And whatever this is? It's the most real thing I've felt in years."

She wanted to believe him.

But she'd been here before—with boys who adored her in secret but dropped her the second the world noticed. She wasn't about to fall into that same pattern again.

"I just don't want to be someone's thrill," she said quietly.

"You're not." He paused. "You are thrilling, though. Especially behind the wheel."

She smiled despite herself. "Flatterer."

"Truth-teller."

Before either could say more, the bell rang, dragging them apart like reality always did. But as Vale walked toward her class, her phone buzzed.

A message from an unknown number:

"You think you're untouchable, Carter? Let's see how fast you really are."

She froze.

This wasn't just gossip anymore. It was a challenge.

And something told her—it was from someone who knew exactly what she was hiding.