The school bell rang like it was on it's last breath. Students ran out of class running people over, literally... Hallways were filled with people like something was on sell. Adriana leaned against her locker arms crossed like she was a cool popstar model, she was too confident, and most likely up to no good. She spat the bubble she had in her mouth and smiled after seeing her other friends walk up to her. Yoku, the master of being un bright slid beside her, already plotting. "Yo. I just made the Principal think I was the lunch lady's cousin so I could skip class." Habanero, was also there with his sneaky foot steps nobody heard him there, just raised an eyebrow and said "class was already dismissed so there was no point and you've been in detention all day... Yoku just blankly stared. besides that that point they were knowned They were the school's certified "Trouble Triangle." Stupid name I know. "Okay, okay," Adriana said, eyes looking forward. "New dare." She raised her hand "Whoever gets the most people to fall for them in 30 minutes wins."
"Like a dating dare?" Yoku raised an eyebrow. "You know I'm in."
Habanero cracked his knuckles. "And whoever loses?"
Adriana grinned evilly. "The losers gotta eat cafeteria spaghetti with mystery meatballs... while confessing their crush on the school in front of everyone."
Everyone froze.
Yoku winced. "That's evil."
"I'm in," Habanero said immediately.
"Let's do this," Adriana said.
The bell rang again. Showtime.
20 MINUTES LATER
Adriana had bagged 11 people. Mostly reaky kids her age who couldn't say no. Easy. Yoku was flexing in the gym, his score at 9. He had fan club vibes.
Habanero? He had kissed someone's hand and somehow convinced them to call him "El Fuego." He was at 10. (Buns man)
With 5 minutes left, one name remained on all their lists.
Rena.
RENA'S ENTRANCE
Rena was built different. Quiet. Sharp. Cold. She was the student council's unofficial security system and the last person you'd want to mess with.
She watched the three of them approach like they were flies circling a bug zapper.
"You think you're slick," she said flatly. "Going around the school collecting hearts like Pokémon cards."
Yoku stepped forward, his smile still strong. "Aw, c'mon, Rena. Don't you wanna be lucky number 30?"
She narrowed her eyes. "I'd rather lick the bottom of a janitor's mop."
Habanero blinked. "Dang."
Adriana crossed her arms. "We just need one more, girl. Don't take it personal."
"Oh, it's not personal," Rena said, pulling out her phone. "It's payback."
She hit send.
💥 Ambush 💥
From behind lockers, under benches, and even out of a janitor's closet, the bagged victims appeared. All 29 of them.
One kid held up a poster: "We've been Bamboozled!"
Another shouted, "He told me I was his moonlight!"
Someone else screamed, "She said I had 'Greek god energy'!"
Adriana, Yoku, and Habanero started backing away.
Then Rena gave the signal.
It was chaos. A fake love riot. Habanero's red hoodie got yanked off. Yoku's shoes were thrown into a trash can. Adriana's sparkly jacket? Sacrificed to the vending machine.
They ran.
The crowd chased them down the hall, out the front door, and finally—
Boom.
All three stood outside the school gates. Disheveled. Shoeless. Half dressed. Humiliated.
The door slammed shut behind them.
Rena stepped out, sipping a juice box like a queen.
"Next time," she said, "bag some self-respect."
💀 Chapter End: "The Losers Club" 💀
None of them won the dare. They didn't even make it to the mystery meatballs.
Moral of the story?
Don't play with people's hearts unless you're ready to get yours dropkicked into the trash.