The hallway suddenly felt colder.

Naomi followed the direction Victoria was pointing and saw the principal walking quickly toward her. Students who had been lingering nearby immediately disappeared into classrooms or down staircases. No one wanted to be around when trouble started.

Victoria stood beside the principal with an expression that looked far too satisfied.

Naomi's stomach tightened.

"What is going on?" she muttered under her breath.

Beside her, Ethan remained unusually calm.

"Stay quiet," he said softly.

Before Naomi could ask what he meant, the principal stopped in front of them.

"Naomi Nelson?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," Naomi replied.

"I need you to come with me to the office."

Naomi blinked in confusion.

"Did something happen?"

Victoria folded her arms dramatically.

"Oh, something definitely happened."

The principal held up a hand. "Miss Hale, that will be enough."

But the damage was already done. Naomi could feel the weight of invisible eyes from every corner of the hallway.

Her heart began to beat faster.

She had been at Brookshire High for barely two days.

How could she already be in trouble?

The principal turned toward Ethan briefly.

"Mr. Cole, you may go."

Ethan didn't move.

Instead, he spoke calmly.

"Sir, may I ask what this is about?"

The principal hesitated before answering.

"There was an incident in the library this afternoon."

Naomi frowned.

"I haven't even been to the library today."

Victoria immediately spoke up.

"That's not what the cameras show."

Naomi's head snapped toward her.

"What?"

Victoria pulled out her phone.

"There was damage done to the library archives. Someone broke the lock on a restricted cabinet."

The principal nodded.

"And according to the hallway security camera, Naomi was the last person seen entering that section."

Naomi stared in disbelief.

"That's impossible."

Victoria shrugged.

"Well... the cameras don't lie."

Naomi turned to Ethan.

For some reason, his reaction mattered more than anyone else's.

His expression was thoughtful, but not suspicious.

Which somehow gave her a little relief.

"I didn't do it," Naomi said firmly.

The principal sighed.

"You can explain everything in my office."

Naomi glanced once more at Victoria.

The girl looked far too pleased.

Something about this didn't feel right.

But before Naomi could say anything else, the principal gestured toward the hallway.

"Let's go."

The walk to the office felt longer than usual.

Naomi could practically hear the rumors already spreading through the school.

The new girl.

Caught breaking into restricted school property.

Great.

Inside the principal's office, Naomi sat down across the desk while the principal reviewed a folder.

Victoria stood near the door like an eager witness.

Naomi hated that.

Finally the principal looked up.

"Miss Nelson, the library cabinet that was broken contains old student files and archived school records."

Naomi frowned.

"Okay..."

"And when the librarian returned from lunch, she found the lock forced open."

Naomi shook her head immediately.

"I didn't do that."

Victoria spoke again.

"But the camera shows you walking into that hallway."

Naomi turned toward her.

"I walked past the library earlier while trying to find the science lab. That's it."

The principal leaned back in his chair.

"That may be true. But the timing is suspicious."

Naomi felt frustration rising in her chest.

"So walking down a hallway makes me guilty?"

Victoria tilted her head slightly.

"Well... it's not like anyone else was there."

Naomi was about to argue again when suddenly the office door opened.

Ethan stepped inside.

The principal looked surprised.

"Mr. Cole, I thought I told you-"

"I know," Ethan said respectfully. "But I think there's something you should see."

The room went silent.

Ethan placed a tablet on the desk and tapped the screen.

"Another camera."

The principal leaned forward.

"This one faces the staircase near the archives," Ethan explained.

The video began playing.

Naomi watched the screen carefully.

There she was.

Walking down the hallway earlier that day.

Then the video paused.

The principal leaned closer.

Because just seconds after Naomi passed the hallway...

Someone else appeared.

A student wearing a hoodie.

Their face was partly hidden.

But their posture...

And their long blonde hair...

Made Naomi's eyes widen.

The principal slowly turned toward Victoria.

Victoria's smile disappeared instantly.

"That could be anyone," she said quickly.

But Ethan spoke quietly.

"The timestamp is five minutes before the cabinet was broken."

The principal's expression hardened.

"Miss Hale... would you like to explain why you were near the restricted archives?"

Victoria's face went pale.

"I-I was just passing through."

Ethan crossed his arms.

"Strange."

The room felt tense.

Victoria looked like she was trying to think of an escape.

Finally the principal stood up.

"I will need to review this more carefully."

Victoria forced a nervous laugh.

"Of course."

But Naomi noticed something strange.

Victoria didn't look scared.

She looked...

Angry.

At Naomi.

As the meeting ended, Naomi stepped outside the office.

Ethan followed.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Then Naomi exhaled slowly.

"Thank you."

Ethan shrugged.

"You were innocent."

"You didn't know that."

"I had a feeling."

Naomi studied him.

"You're surprisingly calm for someone who just exposed the most popular girl in school."

Ethan leaned against the hallway wall.

"Victoria Hale likes control."

Naomi crossed her arms.

"And?"

"And she doesn't lose easily."

Naomi frowned.

"What does that mean?"

Ethan looked directly at her.

"It means this probably isn't over."

Naomi sighed.

"Great."

Then she remembered something.

"The photo in your locker."

Ethan's expression shifted slightly.

"You said you'd been looking for me."

"Yes."

Naomi stepped closer.

"Why?"

For a moment Ethan seemed like he was debating whether to answer.

Finally he said quietly,

"Do you remember a bookstore downtown?"

Naomi blinked.

"Yes...?"

"Three years ago."

Naomi's heart skipped.

A faint memory flickered in her mind.

A rainy afternoon.

A stranger.

A conversation she barely remembered.

"You're saying we met before?" she asked slowly.

Ethan nodded.

"Yes."

Naomi opened her mouth to ask more-

But suddenly a loud shout echoed from down the hallway.

Students began running toward the stairwell.

"What happened?" Naomi asked.

One student rushed past them.

"The science lab!" he shouted.

"There was an explosion!"

Naomi and Ethan exchanged a shocked glance.

And in the distance...

A fire alarm began to scream.

The fire alarm screamed through the halls of Brookshire High.

Students flooded the corridors, rushing toward the exits in a wave of panic and confusion. Teachers shouted instructions while the smell of smoke slowly spread through the building.

Naomi's heart raced.

"The science lab," she said breathlessly.

Ethan was already moving.

"Come on."

They followed the crowd toward the emergency exit, but halfway down the hallway Naomi noticed something strange.

Everyone was running away from the science wing.

Except one person.

A student in a dark hoodie was moving quickly in the opposite direction, disappearing down the back staircase.

Naomi slowed.

"Did you see that?"

Ethan glanced over his shoulder.

"See what?"

"That student-"

But the person had already vanished.

"Never mind," Naomi said quietly.

Something about the moment made her uneasy.

Outside, students gathered on the football field while teachers counted attendance. Smoke drifted from one of the science lab windows, though it didn't look like a massive fire.

More like something small that had gone wrong.

The principal stood near the front steps speaking into a walkie-talkie.

Naomi wrapped her arms around herself.

"What kind of school has explosions on a Wednesday afternoon?"

Ethan gave a faint smile.

"You get used to Brookshire."

"I'm starting to think that's not comforting."

Sirens sounded in the distance as a fire truck approached the campus.

Students murmured around them.

Some excited.

Some worried.

Others already recording videos for social media.

Naomi scanned the crowd automatically.

Then she noticed Victoria standing with a group of students near the bleachers.

Their eyes met.

Victoria's gaze was cold.

But there was something else there too.

Satisfaction.

Naomi's stomach tightened.

"That girl seriously hates me," she muttered.

Ethan followed her gaze.

"Victoria hates losing control."

"Apparently she also enjoys accusing innocent people."

Ethan didn't respond immediately.

Instead he looked thoughtful.

"Something about today feels strange."

Naomi raised an eyebrow.

"You mean besides explosions and false accusations?"

Ethan glanced toward the science building.

"Too many things are happening at once."

Naomi was about to ask what he meant when a teacher called their grade forward for attendance.

After the fire department inspected the lab and confirmed the situation was under control, students were dismissed early.

But Naomi couldn't stop thinking about what she had seen.

The hoodie.

Running toward the lab.

And Victoria's strange smile.

Later that evening, Naomi walked slowly through the quiet streets near her house.

Her parents were still at work, which meant the house would be empty when she got home.

Normally she liked the quiet.

Tonight, her mind was too busy.

She kept replaying Ethan's words.

"I've been looking for you for three years."

Three years.

That meant the bookstore.

The memory was faint, but it was there.

A rainy afternoon.

A stranger sitting across from her at a small table near the window.

But she couldn't remember his face clearly.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard footsteps behind her.

Naomi turned.

Ethan stood a few steps away.

She blinked in surprise.

"Are you following me?"

He shook his head.

"I live two streets over."

Naomi folded her arms.

"Convenient."

Ethan studied her expression.

"You've been thinking about something."

"The bookstore," she said immediately.

His eyes softened slightly.

"You remember?"

"Barely."

They began walking slowly down the sidewalk.

The evening sky was turning deep purple as streetlights flickered on.

"I remember it was raining," Naomi said. "And I was reading near the window."

Ethan nodded.

"You dropped your notebook."

Naomi frowned slightly.

"And someone picked it up."

"Me."

She stopped walking.

"That was you?"

Ethan leaned against a nearby fence.

"You were writing short stories."

Naomi's eyes widened.

"You read them?"

"You left the page open."

Naomi groaned softly.

"That's embarrassing."

"They were good."

She looked at him skeptically.

"You're just saying that."

"No."

Ethan's voice was quiet but sincere.

"They were about courage."

Naomi felt oddly self-conscious.

"You remember that?"

"I remember everything about that day."

Something about the way he said it made her heart skip.

"Why?" she asked softly.

Ethan hesitated.

Then he said something unexpected.

"Because you helped me."

Naomi blinked.

"I did?"

"You probably don't remember."

He looked toward the street for a moment before continuing.

"I was having a bad day."

Naomi waited quietly.

"You told me something," Ethan said.

"What?"

Ethan looked back at her.

"You said people who feel lost usually find their path by helping someone else."

Naomi felt a strange warmth in her chest.

"That sounds like something I'd say."

Ethan smiled faintly.

"It helped."

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

The silence wasn't uncomfortable.

Just thoughtful.

Then Naomi tilted her head slightly.

"So you kept a picture of me... because of one conversation?"

Ethan hesitated.

"Not just that."

Naomi raised an eyebrow.

"What else?"

But before Ethan could answer-

A loud engine roared down the street.

A black car sped past them.

Too fast.

Naomi barely had time to step back as it rushed by.

The car suddenly slowed.

Then stopped at the corner ahead.

Naomi frowned.

"That's weird."

Ethan's expression had suddenly turned serious.

"Stay here."

"What?"

But Ethan was already walking quickly toward the car.

The passenger window rolled down slightly.

Someone inside said something Naomi couldn't hear.

Ethan's posture stiffened.

Then the car suddenly drove away again.

Ethan returned a moment later.

Naomi studied his face.

"What was that about?"

"Nothing."

"That didn't look like nothing."

Ethan ran a hand through his hair.

"Just someone asking for directions."

Naomi didn't believe him.

Not even a little.

But before she could question him further, her phone buzzed.

A message notification appeared.

From an unknown number.

Naomi opened it.

And her blood ran cold.

The message contained a photo.

A picture of her locker at school.

And written across it in red marker were three words:

"Stay Away From Ethan."

Naomi slowly lifted her eyes to Ethan.

"Something is seriously wrong," she whispered.

Ethan looked at the phone.

And for the first time since she met him-

He looked genuinely worried.

Naomi barely slept that night.

The image on her phone kept replaying in her mind.

Her locker.

The red writing.

Stay Away From Ethan.

She had checked the message several times, but the number remained unknown. Whoever sent it clearly didn't want to be traced.

And that made everything worse.

When morning arrived, Naomi stood in front of the mirror brushing her hair, her thoughts running in circles.

Was it Victoria?

Or someone else?

And more importantly... why Ethan?

Brookshire High felt different that morning.

The usual chatter of students filled the hallways, but Naomi couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted.

She walked toward her locker slowly.

Her heart beat faster with every step.

What if the message had been real?

What if someone had actually-

She stopped.

Her locker door was slightly open.

Naomi's stomach dropped.

"I knew it..."

She stepped closer and pulled the locker door open completely.

Inside, everything looked normal.

Her books.

Her notebooks.

Her bag.

But something was wrong.

Very wrong.

Someone had moved things.

Her folders were rearranged.

Her math book was placed where her English binder usually sat.

And taped to the inside of the locker door...

Was a small piece of paper.

Naomi carefully peeled it off.

Two words were written in black ink.

Last warning.

Her chest tightened.

"Okay, this is not funny anymore."

"Talking to yourself?"

Naomi nearly jumped.

She turned around quickly.

Ethan stood behind her again.

For a moment Naomi wondered if he had some kind of supernatural ability to appear out of nowhere.

Then she remembered something.

"Did you do this?"

Ethan frowned.

"Do what?"

Naomi handed him the note.

His expression changed immediately.

"Where did you find this?"

"My locker."

Ethan looked inside the locker carefully.

His jaw tightened slightly.

"Someone broke in."

Naomi crossed her arms.

"I figured that part out."

Ethan lowered his voice.

"Did anyone see you this morning before you got here?"

Naomi blinked.

"What kind of question is that?"

"A serious one."

Naomi thought for a moment.

"No. I came straight from the gate."

Ethan leaned against the lockers, thinking.

Naomi studied him.

"You're acting like this isn't surprising."

"I didn't say that."

"But you don't seem shocked."

Ethan looked at the note again.

"I was hoping it wouldn't happen this soon."

Naomi froze.

"This soon?"

Ethan realized what he had said and sighed.

"Forget it."

"Oh no," Naomi said firmly. "You're not doing that mysterious quiet thing again."

Ethan rubbed the back of his neck.

"It's complicated."

"Try me."

Before he could answer, loud laughter echoed from down the hallway.

Victoria Hale appeared with her usual group of friends.

Her eyes immediately landed on Naomi.

Then on Ethan.

Victoria's smile was sharp.

"Well, look at that," she said loudly. "The new girl already needs protection."

Naomi felt irritation rise instantly.

"We were having a conversation."

Victoria shrugged.

"Sure."

Her gaze shifted to Ethan.

"You know she's going to make your life harder, right?"

Ethan's voice remained calm.

"That's not your concern."

Victoria's expression hardened slightly.

"You always say that."

Naomi noticed something strange.

Victoria wasn't just angry.

She sounded... hurt.

"Maybe you should listen to the warnings," Victoria continued.

Naomi narrowed her eyes.

"What warnings?"

Victoria smiled slightly.

"The ones people are giving you."

Naomi held up the note.

"You mean this?"

For a split second, Victoria looked genuinely surprised.

But the reaction vanished quickly.

"Looks like someone doesn't like you."

"Do you?"

Victoria tilted her head.

"I don't waste time hating people who won't last."

Naomi stepped closer.

"You seem pretty invested for someone who doesn't care."

Victoria's smile faded.

Then she looked at Ethan.

"You're going to regret this."

Without another word, she turned and walked away.

Her friends quickly followed.

The hallway slowly returned to normal.

Naomi exhaled.

"That girl has serious problems."

Ethan didn't respond.

He was staring at the note again.

"What?" Naomi asked.

Ethan looked at her.

"You shouldn't ignore this."

"I'm not."

"You are if you stay close to me."

Naomi blinked.

"What does that mean?"

Ethan hesitated.

Then he said something that made Naomi's stomach drop.

"Some people think you're connected to me now."

"And?"

"And they don't like it."

Naomi laughed slightly.

"This is high school, not a crime drama."

Ethan didn't laugh.

"That's where you're wrong."

Naomi studied him carefully.

"You're hiding something."

Ethan stayed silent.

"That car last night," Naomi continued. "The message. This note. Victoria's weird obsession with you."

She crossed her arms.

"What aren't you telling me?"

Ethan looked like he was deciding whether to speak.

Finally he said quietly,

"Do you remember what I told you yesterday?"

"About the bookstore?"

"Yes."

"You said I helped you."

Ethan nodded.

"But that wasn't the only reason I was looking for you."

Naomi waited.

Ethan took a breath.

"Three years ago... something happened after we met."

Naomi's curiosity grew instantly.

"What happened?"

Ethan looked directly at her.

"Someone started watching you."

Naomi's heart skipped.

"Watching me?"

"I noticed it first."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't know how."

Naomi stared at him in disbelief.

"You're telling me someone has been stalking me for three years?"

"I don't know if it's the same person."

Naomi shook her head slowly.

"This is insane."

Ethan looked serious.

"But the messages... the locker... the threats..."

His voice lowered.

"It means whoever it is might be back."

Naomi felt a chill run down her spine.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Then suddenly-

A loud voice echoed through the hallway.

"Everyone move aside!"

Students rushed toward the classroom doors.

Two security officers walked down the hall with the principal.

They stopped directly in front of Naomi and Ethan.

The principal's face looked tense.

"Naomi Nelson," he said.

Naomi's stomach dropped again.

"Yes...?"

"There's been another incident."

Her heart pounded.

"What kind of incident?"

The principal hesitated.

Then he said something that made the hallway go completely silent.

"Someone broke into the school records room this morning."

Naomi frowned.

"Okay...?"

The principal's voice hardened.

"And they left something behind."

Naomi felt a knot form in her chest.

"What?"

The principal looked directly at her.

"A photograph."

Naomi swallowed.

"A photograph of...?"

The principal slowly held up a clear evidence bag.

Inside was a printed photo.

A picture taken from across the hallway earlier that morning.

Of Naomi standing at her locker.

And written across the bottom in black marker were the words:

"She's next."