Logan

(Her POV) —> it’s you (your last name is Turner) My life at Oakridge Academy had always been a delicate balance of surviving under the radar. I wasn’t popular enough to be noticed, and I wasn’t invisible enough to be bullied. That was, until Logan Hayes. Logan Hayes, the king of Oakridge. The one whose family name was whispered in reverence and fear. The one who could make or break anyone with a single smirk. I thought I was safe, just another face in the crowd. But the day he noticed me, my world tilted on its axis. It started with a look—his cold, piercing eyes locking with mine, amusement dancing on his lips. In that moment, I felt it in my gut. A shift, a warning. I’d unknowingly crossed some invisible line, and from that point on, Logan made it his mission to unravel me. But what he doesn’t know is that I refuse to be broken. Even if it means standing toe to toe with the one person who can ruin me completely. The school hallway buzzed with its usual morning chatter. I kept my head down, focused on reaching my locker, slipping between clusters of students who barely noticed me. Oakridge Academy’s elite cliques moved with the precision of a social ballet, and I was content to remain on the outskirts. That was, until I felt him. A prickle of awareness raced down my spine before I even heard his voice. Logan Hayes. I didn’t need to turn around to know he was there. His presence was magnetic, heavy, and every student in the vicinity either parted for him or got out of his way entirely. I inhaled sharply as I fiddled with the combination on my locker. Just stay invisible, I told myself. But fate, it seemed, had other plans.