She was "big at school"—not just because of her effortless style or the way she commanded every hallway she walked down, but because she carried an air of someone who had already figured out the world while everyone else was still struggling with algebra.
Halloway looked at the paper, then up at Jasmine. He unfolded it slowly. The silence stretched for an agonizing minute. He recognized it immediately. He looked at her, his expression unreadable. She was "big at school"—not just because of
Jasmine stared at the paper for twenty minutes. The internal battle was fierce. The pragmatic side of her screamed to take the win. The principled side whispered that the cost was her self-respect. She was "big at school"—not just because of