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Jayce woke up already furious.
Not the explosive kind-no shouting, no slamming doors. This was the tight, suffocating anger that lived behind his eyes and made his jaw ache when he clenched it too hard. Morning light crept through the thin gap in his curtains, slicing across his room like it had something to accuse him of.
His phone lay face-down on the mattress beside him.
He didn't need to turn it over. He already knew.
Videos.
Comments.
Laughing emojis.
Her name.
Belle Corsini.
Jayce sat up slowly, rubbing a hand over his face. His jaw throbbed faintly where she'd hit him-just enough to remind him. Not enough to bruise. Not enough to explain why his chest still felt hollow.
"She thinks she won," he muttered.
That thought burned hotter than the pain.
And then-something clicked.
The idea came quietly. Clean. Cold. The kind of thought that didn't shout, didn't rush. The kind that settled in and stayed.
His lips curled, just slightly.
At Aurelis University Academy, Jayce arrived earlier than usual.
The school was half-awake, hallways echoing with the squeak of janitors' carts and the metallic slam of lockers being forced open by students still shaking sleep from their bones. The air smelled faintly of disinfectant and morning rain.
He leaned against a row of lockers near the science wing, arms crossed, waiting.
One by one, his friends filtered in.
They didn't joke like they usually did. Didn't laugh. Their voices were low, tight.
"You can't let that go," one of them said.
"She embarrassed you," another added.
"In front of everyone."
Jayce lifted his head slowly. "I know."
They crowded closer when he motioned them in, shoulders brushing, heads dipping together like they were sharing a secret instead of plotting retaliation.
"I've got a plan," Jayce said quietly.
Their eyes sharpened.
He leaned in and whispered.
Silence followed. Then-
A slow grin.
A nod.
A quiet laugh.
"Yeah," one of them said. "That'll do it."
"We're with you."
Jayce straightened, his expression smooth again.
Good.
Belle woke because the heat wouldn't let her sleep.
It was pain partially. It was head-breaking headache and dizziness mixed with pressure-thick and slow, blooming behind her eyes, curling down into her chest like something stretching awake inside her.
She groaned softly and rolled onto her back, staring up at the ceiling as sunlight spilled across the walls of her room.
Her door opened quietly.
"Morning sleepyhead."
She turned her head. Her father stood in the doorway, already dressed, composed as ever. There was something gentler in his eyes than usual.
"Liora brought you home last night," he said. "You don't remember?"
Belle frowned, searching her memory. Music. Lights. Laughter. Then nothing.
"...No."
He smiled-small, approving. "Your first high school party. I'm glad you went...it's just, you drank a little too much....but it's all good though."
That surprised her more than the heat in her head.
He set a bowl of hangover soup on her bedside table. "Eat. It'll help."
As she lifted the spoon, her phone began to beep-beep-beep against the mattress.
Notifications stacked fast.
One headline made her pause.
THE GIRL FROM THE SCANDAL-SHE SNAPPED BACK.
Belle smiled.
The heat receded just a little.
The shower helped. Warm water rinsed away the heaviness, steam curling around her skin as she stood there longer than necessary, letting her thoughts slow. When she stepped out, she kept her makeup light-mascara, lip gloss, nothing dramatic. Today didn't need armor.
Downstairs, Marmalade sat neatly beside the dining table, tail tucked, eyes following her every move. Her father sat across from him with the newspaper unfolded wide.
She poked at her food, then slid a piece toward the cat. Marmalade accepted it with dignified seriousness.
Outside, the school gates buzzed with energy.
Belle felt it the moment she stepped onto campus-the shift. Whispers didn't stop when she passed anymore. They softened. Changed shape. Some students watched her with curiosity. Others with respect. A few with fear.
Liora found her almost immediately.
"BELLE!" she yelled, waving both arms like she was trying to land a plane. "Come meet them!"
She dragged Belle toward two guys standing near the lockers. Introductions were loud and fast, Liora talking over herself, gesturing wildly like Belle was a trophy she'd won.
First class passed strangely.
Teachers smiled too much. One paused mid-lecture.
"If you need anything," she said gently, eyes lingering on Belle, "my door is always open."
Belle nodded. She knew where the door was but she wasn't going.
Between classes, Belle mentioned she needed the restroom.
"Let me go first," Liora said easily.
Belle agreed without hesitation.
The girls' bathroom smelled faintly of citrus cleaner and perfume. White tiles gleamed under fluorescent lights.
Liora stepped in ahead of her.
The sound came first.
A sudden sloshing crash.
Paint poured from above, thick and cold, splattering over Liora's hair and shoulders, dripping down her clothes and pooling on the floor.
Gasps echoed from the hall way.
Jayce stepped into view, slow-clapping. "Told you I'd get back at you."
Belle didn't rush. She looked him over calmly.
Liora wiped paint from her face then walked up to him and slapped him.
The sound cracked sharp and loud.
Jayce stumbled back, stunned.
"Don't you ever lay your hand on my best friend," Liora snapped, before storming into the bathroom.
Belle followed, steady. She helped Liora rinse the paint out of her hair, handed her spare clothes from her locker. Liora pulled them on, still shaking with adrenaline.
Cafeteria noise hit them like a wall.
Trays clattered. Voices overlapped. The smell of fried food hung heavy in the air. Belle sat with Liora and the guys, smiling, eating, letting the normalcy settle.
Then a shadow fell across the table.
"Mind if I sit?"
Kieran.
Belle looked up. Nodded.
He studied her quietly. "Have you ever felt the heat after that day in the hallway?"
"Yes," she said.
She told him about the pinky finger incident. For some reasons, she felt she could trust him.
He listened. Nodded once. Said nothing more.
Then suddenly, he stood up and left. And when he did, the warmth in her chest stirred again.