Lucas’s POV* I hadn’t planned to show up on campus yet. But I needed to check my student ID and confirm my course schedule in person—rich or not, admin never played around with first-week chaos. I wore black jeans, a hoodie, and a grey mask that covered my lower face. It wasn’t about being dramatic—it was about peace. People were too quick to snap photos, whisper, stare. I hated attention unless I chose it. As I walked toward the admin building, a few students looked my way. Some paused. One guy even nudged his friend, whispering something I didn’t care to hear. Yeah. They probably guessed. Whatever. On the way back to my car, I took a quieter path behind the science wing. That’s when I saw them—two girls walking together, laughing softly. The shorter one had light brown curls tied

