A/N: Oh, guys this is not a mistake in update, read it.
The cafeteria was a goddamn jungle of noise and cheap perfume. Madison's hand was a warm, proprietary weight on my thigh, a claim staked in public.
Tommy was inhaling his third burger, a feat of human engineering that Mia watched with the mixture of awe and quiet resignation usually reserved for natural disasters. Across from us, Emma and Sarah were locked in a spirited debate with Ashley and Reeves over some TikTok drama that felt like it was being broadcast in a different language.
It was Sofia's arrival that broke the fragile peace. She slid in next to Madison, all effortless grace. "Sorry, AP Chem ran—"
"Well, well." Lea's voice didn't just cut through the noise; it froze it. She stood ten feet from our table, her lunch tray gripped in white-knuckled hands like a shield. "The harem's assembled. Does Torres coordinate the schedule, or do you all just show up hoping for the best?"
