Chapter 5: The Rules of Their World
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East Haven High wasn't just another school. It was a meticulously planned social battlefield.
There were rules, even if no one ever documented them.
The untouchables—the golden boys and the queen bees—sat at the very top. The ones whose names were whispered in hallways and whose lives were examined like a reality show plot.
What about Liam Carter?
He was not just in the hierarchy. He ruled over it.
His words were law. With one smirk and one well-placed remark, the entire school shifted around him.
People adored him. Whether it was his teammates, so-called friends, or the girls lining up for his attention, they all followed him like moths to a flame.
He was never forced to chase. The entire world came to him.
What about Sophia?
She spent years avoiding people like him.
Because the truth was that if you weren't part of the ruling class, the best you could do was avoid them.
Sophia had anticipated more whispers following yesterday's humiliation, but she was not prepared for how quickly the drama escalated.
She walked into school that morning and could feel a shift.
People were talking louder than usual, their gazes drawn to a particular group.
Liam Carter's squad.
Or, more precisely, Emily Sinclair.
Sophia didn't need to be close to notice something was wrong.
Emily stood in the middle of the hall, arms crossed, her voice sharp as she yelled at one of her alleged friends. Her face was furious, and her perfectly styled blonde hair was slightly out of place.
That was uncommon.
Emily never looked anything less than flawless.
Sophia was not a part of their world, but she was able to read the signs. Something had occurred. Something big.
She looked over at Noah, who was already grinning. "Oh, this is gonna be good."
Sophia raised an eyebrow. "What happened?"
Noah leant in conspiratorially. "There are rumors that Emily got dumped last night. Publicly."
Sophia gave a blink. "Wait, she was dating someone?"
Noah gave a snort. "Well, apparently not anymore."
Her gaze returned to the scene in front of her.
Emily was still upset, and her friends were scrambling to console her. But Liam?
He looked completely unconcerned.
He stood a few feet away, leaning against the lockers, arms crossed, watching the scene with no concern.
That's when it clicked.
Liam dumped her.
Sophia didn't understand why this surprised her. Liam Carter was not the type who settled down. But something about the casualness of it—the way he could simply dismiss someone like Emily Sinclair without a second thought—sent a strange twist through her stomach.
Emily was treated as if she were unimportant.
What chance did anyone else have?
Liam Carter Doesn’t Chase
By lunchtime, the entire school had learned about Liam and Emily's feud.
The cafeteria was crowded with whispered theories, exaggerated retellings, and over-the-top dramatics.
Sophia wasn't concerned. She told herself she didn't.
But as she sat in her usual spot, half listening to Noah, her gaze kept drifting to Liam's table.
Emily was no longer sitting next to him.
In fact, she was not even in the cafeteria.
Instead, Liam remained the same. Laughing, smirking, and throwing a fry at one of his teammates, as if nothing had happened.
It was as if Emily Sinclair had not existed.
Sophia exhaled slowly, looking down at her own lunch. Perhaps this was how their world functioned.
Nothing remained permanent.
Everything was just a game.
What about Liam Carter?
He never lost.
Sophia had never seen her mother agitated.
Veronica Bennett was always in charge. Every conversation, movement, and decision she made was meticulously calculated and planned.
When Sophia walked into the house that evening and saw her mother pacing the kitchen, phone pressed to her ear, voice clipped, she knew something was wrong.
Her mother ignored her presence, too preoccupied with the conversation.
"Yes, I understand," Veronica stated, her tone sharp. "But I do not appreciate being caught off guard, Margaret. You should've called me as soon as this decision was made."
Silence.
Then a tense, forced laugh. "No, absolutely not. I believe in your judgment. I just wish I'd been consulted first.
Yet another pause.
Sophia gave a frown. Whatever it was, it was not good.
"Fine," her mother said. "We'll discuss this at the next board meeting."
She hung up and exhaled through her nose before finally turning to face Sophia.
Her gaze swept over her, as if she was assessing damage. Or contemplating her next move.
"We need to talk," Veronica stated.
Sophia raised her brow. "About?"
Her mother looked at her briefly before sighing. As if she was already disappointed in her.
"About your future."
Sophia had been through enough of these conversations to know where they were going.
Her mother sat across from her at the dinner table, hands folded, expression unreadable.
"There's been a change in the scholarship program for next year," Veronica said smoothly. "The board is reconsidering who they're awarding full sponsorships to."
Sophia gave a frown. It wasn't surprising. She had known for a while that her mother was pushing for her to be considered.
"What does that have to do with me?"
Her mother's eyes grew sharper. "It means you must be exceptional, Sophia. Not just good. Not simply competent. Exceptional."
Sophia took a swallow. That was it.
Unspoken threat. Be perfect, or you'll lose everything.
"You're already leading the school play," her mother said. "That is a good start. I need you to be more visible. Engaged. Respected."
Sophia clenched her fists underneath the table. "You mean I need to be more like you."
Her mother's expression remained unchanged. "You need to be better than me."
Sophia exhaled slowly, looking away.
She wasn't sure what was worse: the weight of her mother's expectations or the realization that she would never be able to meet them.
Sophia lay in bed that night, staring up at the ceiling.
Her mother's words echoed in her head.
Be extraordinary. Strive for perfection. Be more.
But all she could think about was Liam Carter.
Because he was everything she was not.
He didn't need to fight to get noticed.
He did not have to struggle for acceptance.
He didn't have to prove himself repeatedly just to be in a space.
He simply was.
And perhaps that is why she despised him so much.
Because a stupid, traitorous part of her wished she could understand how that felt.
To enter a room and know you belong.
Exist without apology.
To be the type of person who never has to question their own worth.
Sophia clenched her eyes shut.
She'd have to confront him again tomorrow.
And she'd pretend that none of it mattered.
Because it was the only way to survive in a world that wasn't designed for her.
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