Chapter:1
Alya Reyes (FL)
Senior year was supposed to be simple.
Graduate.
Avoid drama.
Don’t punch Tristan Hale in the face.
Alya Reyes (FL)
I was already failing step three
Scene: Hallway, Monday Morning. First Bell.
The hallway buzzed with the usual mess—shrieking freshmen, couples making out like Netflix didn’t exist, and the stench of Axe body spray fighting for dominance.
Alya Reyes (FL)
*I adjusted my backpack strap, marched to my locker, and paused.*
Alya Reyes (FL)
And there it was.
Sticky. Pink. Glitter.
Everywhere.
Alya Reyes (FL)
My locker looked like a unicorn exploded in it..
Alya Reyes (FL)
(In a low voice to myself in disbelief) “He did NOT.
He absolutely did NOT do what I think he did.”
Nova (FL’s Bestfriend)
*Nova my best friend walks up, biting back laughter*
“Okay, I love glitter, but this feels… aggressive.”
Alya Reyes (FL)
(Fuming with fury)
“I’m going to kill him. Like, legally. On paper. With premeditation.”
Nova (FL’s Bestfriend)
(Chuckling under her breath) “Tristan Hale strikes again?”
Alya Reyes (FL)
“He’s got a death wish and apparently a Costco-sized glitter stash.”
School’s favorite golden boy. Captain of the football team. Walks like he owns the hallway. Smiles like sin. And the reason Alya now carries duct tape, pepper spray, and a grudge.
This war? It’s been going on since junior year.
One sarcastic comment turned into a full-blown prank feud.
And now, we’re public enemy #1… to each other.
Cue: Loud laughter down the hallway.
Tristan Hale (ML)
(grinning, walking up, surrounded by his football bros)
Tristan Hale (ML)
“Wow, Reyes. Your locker looks fabulous. I didn’t know you were going for the ‘Barbie had a breakdown’ aesthetic.”
Alya Reyes (FL)
(Dry tone)“Didn’t know you were still trying to flirt with me using second-grade tactics.”
Tristan Hale (ML)
(Mock gasps) “Flirt? I’d rather kiss a cactus.”
Alya Reyes (FL)
(Raising an eyebrow) “Do it. I’ll bring the cactus.”
Tristan Hale (ML)
(Smirking) “Aw, you’re so thoughtful. It’s almost like you care.”
Nova (FL’s Bestfriend)
(muttering)
“Kill him. I’ll help hide the body.”
And..he winked—winked at me, like this was just another day in the Hale-Reyes Hunger Games.
And me? I was this close to shoving him into a locker.
Morning Announcement, Intercom Voice:
“Attention seniors: Prom Committee applications are now open. Also, reminder—Homecoming prep meeting is today in Room 301. All volunteers must attend.”
Tristan Hale (ML)
(Perks up) “Oh, right. Homecoming. You signed up to help with that, didn’t you, Princess?”
Alya Reyes (FL)
(narrowing eyes)
“Don’t even think about it.”
Tristan Hale (ML)
(grinning like the devil)
“Too late. I already joined.”
Alya Reyes (FL)
“You’re kidding.”
Tristan Hale (ML)
(Grinning wider) “Guess we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other.”
Alya Reyes (FL)
(Groaning) “I’d rather eat glue.”
Tristan Hale (ML)
(mock serious)
“Mint-flavored or regular?”
Because senior year just got a whole lot messier.
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