Elena’s POV

The museum smells like old metal, cleaning spray, and too many teenagers wearing perfume they stole from their parents.

Everyone is loud. Everyone is everywhere. Teachers are pretending they have control. They do not.

I walk slower than the rest, notebook tucked under my arm, eyes moving from one display to the next. I am actually interested in this place, which is probably my first mistake. Liking things openly at Prescott High is basically asking to be mocked.

Victoria and Joey ...