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Any sane person would have crumbled it up. Called it creepy. Walked away.

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The words, scrawled in sharp, unforgiving ink on the front of the note, weren’t a question. They were a command. And the “I” belonged to the one person at this school who had never asked Trinity for anything: Kael Vance.

“Trinity does what I say,” Kael repeated softly. “No. Trinity does what she knows is right.” -InnocentHigh- Trinity May -Trinity Does What I...

“That you’re happy all the time. That you don’t notice the cracks. That you didn’t see what happened in the parking lot last week.” His voice was low, even. “You saw Marcus shove Liam into a car door. You saw it, and you smiled and waved like the world was a parade.”

“If I do this,” she said slowly, “I’ll lose everything. My spot on the squad. My friends. My… place.”

Kael’s gaze didn’t waver. “Or you’ll finally find out who you are when you stop being everyone else’s puppet.” Any sane person would have crumbled it up

Kael was quiet. The kind of quiet that made teachers nervous and students whisper. He sat in the back of every class, wore the same grey hoodie regardless of the weather, and had eyes that seemed to dissect everything without permission. Trinity, the bubbly, optimistic cheer captain with the sunshine-yellow scrunchie, should have been his polar opposite. Instead, she felt an invisible string pulling her toward him.

Trinity stared at the recorder. This wasn’t a prank. This wasn’t a crush finally noticing her. This was a weapon, and he was handing her the trigger.

And for the first time, she spoke not as the school’s sunshine, but as herself. End of part one. Here’s a short story based on the subject

“Pretending?”

Trinity does what I say.

“You said ‘Trinity does what I say,’” she replied, closing the door behind her. “So what do you want?”

“What do you want me to do?” she whispered.

She unfolded the note in the empty hallway by the lockers. Inside, in that same sharp handwriting: