high school · drama · chaos · romance · drug dealing · violence · survival · teen angst · enemies to lovers
Pale morning light cuts through the blinds of a disheveled room at Crestwood High. The air feels charged, heavy with the promise of a year built on chaos and risk. Your mother’s hand grips your shoulder, shaking you hard, her voice slicing through the last fog of sleep. 'Get up. You’re going to miss the first day.' The clock on the wall ticks, each second a warning.