Wren's mornings were simple.
No rushing down marble stairs. No drivers waiting outside. No chaos layered with money. Just the soft rattle of her aunt's kettle, the low hum of the radio, and sunlight that always felt a little too honest for someone still learning how to exist in a new place.
She woke up at six-thirty, like always.
The room she slept in wasn't hers, not really. It still smelled faintly of lavender and old books, like a guest room that hadn't been updated in years. Her suitcase sat neatly in the corner, half-unpacked, as if she was afraid that finishing would make this place too permanent.
She dressed quietly. A long-sleeved uniform top. Hair tied back, then untied, then tied again because it never sat right the first time.
Her straightened skirt. With long white socks and her vans shoes.
In the kitchen, her aunt stood by the stove, flipping toast with the patience of someone who had already lived through enough mornings to stop rushing them.
"You'll be late if you keep staring into space like that," her aunt said without turning around.
"I'm not staring," Wren replied. "I'm thinking."
"That's worse."
Wren smiled faintly and reached for a mug.
They ate together at the small table by the window. No phones. No talking unless it mattered. This was their rhythm. Comfortable. Careful. Built on the understanding that neither of them asked questions they weren't ready to hear answers to.
"You still have that group project, right?" her aunt asked.
"Yeah. Due Wednesday," Wren said. "We're almost done."
Almost was generous. But there was time. Time was something she finally felt like she had again.
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School came the way it always did. Loud. Bright. Full of people who already belonged.
Things that felt draining to Wren.
She slipped into the hallway flow, backpack slung against her shoulders, eyes forward. She didn't look for Elias.
That didn't mean she didn't notice him.
He was by the lockers, laughing with his friends, posture loose, voice carrying without effort. Someone bumped his shoulder and he barely reacted, like the world made room for him automatically.
She passed without slowing.
It was safer that way.
"Wren!"
Maya caught up to her, slightly out of breath. "You disappeared yesterday. I covered for you."
"I know. Thank you."
Maya studied her for a second, then shrugged. "We still have time anyway. Wednesday's not breathing down our necks yet."
Wren nodded, relieved.
That was when she saw her.
She was tall. Polished. The kind of girl whose uniform somehow looked intentional, like it had been tailored just for her. More or less like a second skin. Her hair was sleek, her smile sharp but practiced.
Her eyes went straight past Wren.
"Elias," the girl said brightly, looping an arm through his without hesitation. "You didn't text me back."
The hallway seemed to pause.
Elias stiffened, just for a second. "I was busy."
The girl laughed like that was cute. "Sure you were."
Then, finally, her gaze flicked to Wren.
Not curious. Not confused. Measured.
"Oh," she said. "You're the waitress."
The word landed heavier than it should have.
Maya bristled immediately. "She has a name."
The girl tilted her head, unimpressed. "I'm sure she does."
She turned back to Elias, grip tightening slightly. Possessive. Clear.
"I'll see you after practice," she said. Not a question.
When they walked away, Wren exhaled slowly, like she'd been holding her breath without realizing it.
"Who was that?" she asked.
Maya's mouth pressed into a thin line. "That," she said, "is Serena Vale."
Wren didn't like the way her name sounded.
"Let me guess," Wren said quietly. "She hates me."
Maya snorted. "She hates anyone who exists too close to Elias."
Wren frowned. "I didn't do anything."
Maya glanced at her. "Yeah. That's never stopped Serena."
Wren watched Serena laugh at something Elias said, her hand still resting where it didn't belong.
Something settled in Wren's chest. Not fear. Not jealousy. Awareness.
Some stories didn't start with warnings.
They just picked a villain and went on from there.
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Wren learned about Serena Vale without asking.
That was how things worked at her new school. Information floated toward you whether you wanted it or not, carried on whispers and side-eyes and the way conversations shifted when certain names entered the air.
By lunch, she'd heard it three times.
"She's basically untouchable."
"Her dad's on the school board."
"Dating her is like signing a contract."
"She basically just came back from her vacation in Paris"
"She travels whenever she wants, even during school periods"
Wren sat across from Maya, pushing fries around her tray, pretending she wasn't listening to the table behind them.
"So," she said lightly, "Serena."
Maya groaned. "I was hoping you wouldn't bring her up yet."
"Too late."
Maya leaned in. "Okay. Short version. Serena Vale has been here forever. Cheer squad captain, honor roll, perfect attendance, perfect smile. Teachers love her. Admin trusts her. And somehow, things always go her way, maybe cause her parents are stinking rich."
"And Elias?" Wren asked before she could stop herself.
Maya hesitated. Just a second too long.
"They've been… something," she said carefully. "On and off. Mostly on when it benefits her."
Wren nodded slowly.
That explained the confidence. The way Serena had spoken, like ownership came standard.
"What happens if someone doesn't like her?" Wren asked.
Maya didn't answer right away.
Instead, she glanced around the cafeteria, lowering her voice. "Nothing obvious. That's the thing. You don't get screamed at or shoved into lockers. You just… stop being invited places. Group partners change. Rumors pop up with no source. Teachers suddenly misunderstand you."
Wren felt a chill that had nothing to do with the air conditioning.
"So people avoid her," she said.
"People avoid crossing her," Maya corrected.
Across the room, Serena sat at a crowded table, laughter orbiting her like she generated gravity. Elias was there too, listening more than talking, his posture relaxed but his eyes distant. Wren looked away first.
"I don't want trouble," Wren said quietly.
Maya studied her. "Then don't give Serena a reason."
Wren almost laughed.
"I already exist," she said. "I think that's enough."
Maya smiled sadly. "Yeah. That's usually how it starts."
The bell rang, sharp and unforgiving.
As they stood, Wren caught Serena's eyes on her from across the room. Just for a moment. Long enough for Serena's smile to fade into something colder, sharper.
Then it was gone.
Back to perfect.
Wren walked to class with a strange clarity settling over her.
She wasn't invisible anymore.
And for reasons she still didn't understand, that made her a problem.