Target

Jessica's POV

Of course, you scared me! I wanted to yell at her face, but the words hung on my tongue.

The atmosphere was electric, charged with an unsettling tension. As I glanced around, I noticed a few students scurrying away from my surroundings, lending us even more space.

My brows creased in confusion. It seemed this group of students was the reason the noise had suddenly died down earlier.

But what did they want from me? Our paths had never crossed before, and from the look of things, they weren't here to extend a hand of friendship. Their intentions seemed far from welcoming.

"You're... quite popular, aren't you?" their leader asked, her voice laced with sarcasm.

She was a vision of elegance, sporting blonde hair, tall with enviable curves in all the right places, and piercing brown eyes that seemed to bore into my soul. Leaning lazily against the locker beside mine, her face remained devoid of expression, a mask of indifference.