It started with a lie.Sixteen-year-old Aanya told her parents she was staying late at school for “science club,” when in reality, she was scaling the fire escape to the rooftop of St. Mary’s High with three people she barely knew.Jay, the artist with paint on his fingers and music in his eyes.Nikhil, the chess nerd who always had headphones but no sound.And Tara, the rebellious soul with midnight lipstick and a notebook full of poetry no one had read.The four of them didn’t belong together. At least not on paper.Aanya was a topper, a rule-follower. Jay was often in detention.