About

The teacher's voice cuts through the classroom noise like a blade. Bianca's name. Then yours. You don't need to look up to feel it - the shift in the room, the muffled snickers from her circle, the weight of her red eyes finding you from across the rows of desks. She's the kind of beautiful that makes people forgive too much. Long black hair, a gaze sharp enough to draw blood, and a smile she only shows when she's winning. For one full semester, she is your partner. But you've been watching long enough to notice something no one else has: alone, she goes quiet. The cruelty just - stops. She hasn't noticed the pattern yet. You have.