At Westchester Academy, power and popularity are everything.
Valentine sits at the top, reigning as queen bee, but when a mysterious new girl, Vaudia, arrives, the delicate balance of the social order begins to shift.
Valentine's world begins to u...
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The morning breeze had that crisp edge that only came with early September. Westchester Heights Academy was bathed in soft sunlight, making the towering school building look like a modern palace.
I walked into the main foyer with Amee and Jayla flanking me, our heels echoing on the marble floors.
This was my kingdom, and everyone knew it.
"So, have you heard? Mrs. Ellington's threatening to make the entire French class write a 10-page essay on French poets," Jayla groaned, flipping her hair over her shoulder.
Amee giggled. "Good thing I dropped it. I couldn't stand the way she butchered the language anyway."
I barely registered their conversation, too caught up in my own thoughts.
I had everything planned: the perfect cheer routine, my Homecoming Queen campaign—it was all falling into place. Lance? A distant memory. But something about this morning felt... off, like the wind had shifted ever so slightly. It was probably nothing.
I brushed the thought aside as we reached our lockers.
"Val," a voice called out behind me, and I turned to see Penelope, the last of our quartet, hurrying over.
Penelope was the quiet one—always impeccably dressed but never quite as loud as the rest of us. Still, she fit in perfectly. "You guys will never guess who's in the admissions office right now."
