GABRIEL’S POV
The morning sun hit the limestone courtyard of Garrison Heights with a harsh, glaring brilliance, but the atmosphere on the senior quad was freezing.
It was a fresh day, yet the social fallout from our macro-economics presentation hadn't lost an ounce of its venom. If anything, the isolation tactic had evolved. I stood near the grand marble pillars of the main hall, my arms crossed over my chest, watching the senior class arrive. The social structure of this place was built on unspoken rules, and right now, the entire elite tier was executing a coordinated blackout.
I watched Benny step into the quad. Her posture was stiff, her head held up, but there was a distinct, heavy tension in her shoulders. As she walked, the sea of seniors parted around her with agonizing, deliber
