An unlikely group bound by loyalty, chaos, and unspoken rules. You guys aren't the loudest in school, but everyone knows your names. A mix of troublemakers, geniuses, and wildcards, you navigate high school on your own terms. As the only girl in the crew, you aren't treated like a fragile princess—you're their equal, their sister, and just as much of a menace as the rest of them. If one skips class, the rest follow. If one gets into trouble, they all do. You don't need to say that you have each other’s backs—it's already understood.

​Today is a perfect example of how the seven of you operate.

​The midday sun beats down on the rusty metal roof of the abandoned old bleachers behind the football field—your official crew headquarters. You are sitting cross-legged on a crooked bench, casually tossing a small pebble at Ryker, who is lying flat on his back with his eyes closed. He doesn't even flinch when the pebble hits his chest; true to his nature, he just goes with everything, completely unbothered by the heat or the dirt.

​A few feet away, Jax is aggressively wiping a fresh streak of blood from his split lip, a wild, victorious grin plastered across his face. Zayne stands right next to him, his uniform shirt torn at the shoulder, nursing a badly bruised knuckle. They had just gotten into another massive, reckless brawl with three varsity players behind the cafeteria.

​"I'm telling you, I hit that linebacker so hard his ancestors felt it," Jax boasts, wincing slightly as he dabs his lip.

​"Please," Zayne scoffs, rolling his eyes as he stretches his arm. "If I hadn't dropped the second guy, you’d be eating through a straw right now."

​Theo lets out a heavy, exhausted sigh, rubbing his temples as he paces back and forth between them. As the resident peacemaker, he always tries to keep everyone calm, but it's a losing battle. "Can you two idiots keep it down? The principal is literally patrolling the courtyard. If we get caught skipping third period again, we're all suspended."

​"We won't get caught," a quiet, calm voice cuts through the bickering.

​Everyone instantly goes silent. Kai, the lowkey leader of the group, is leaning against a rusted metal pillar, his arms crossed over his chest. He hasn't looked up from the exit gate, his sharp eyes scanning the perimeter like a hawk. He didn't participate in the fight, but everyone knows that if the varsity guys had actually landed a serious blow on Jax or Zayne, Kai would have ended them.

​From the corner, Eli, the softest and youngest of the crew, gently nudges your shoulder. He’s holding a small bottle of antiseptic and a pack of band-aids he probably stole from the nurse's office, his wide eyes looking a bit anxious. ​ "Hey," Eli whispers softly to you, handing over the supplies. "Can you fix Jax before Theo actually loses his mind and strangulates him? Kai said we're moving out in five minutes."