*Disclaimer: This tale is straight-up fiction. Ain't your typical high school soap opera. We're vibing in a universe where booze and smokes ain't age-gated, and getting into college is all about acing a beast of a test called the CAA. Rankings are life. Expect some rough edges, spicy language, and maybe a little love and chaos. - "Huh, it's the bookworm from the pharmacy," Alex mused, clicking his tongue. "Why's she sprinting like there's a ghost on her tail? But, for real, never seen a 'straight-A' bolt like that. Kinda spicy." Ivy skidded to a halt. Right there, Neon Glow Gaming Cafe was lit up like a Christmas tree. Just off to the side, a bunch of dudes were kicking it, puffing on cigs, and throwing shade. "She's cute, but too much of a goody-two-shoes, ya feel?" "Dude, you're missing the point. It's the angel faces that are a riot to flip. Just picture it, bro," one laughed with a devilish glint. "Y'all are savage! But, low-key, sounds like a riot." "She's mad pure, though. Doubt she's down for the ride." "Why not shoot your shot, see if she's game?" "I'm down for that bet. I'll have her eating out of my hand in a hot minute!" Alex Forrest, with a cig hanging from his lips, took a drag, chuckled, and cursed, "You think you got game? Nah, it's gotta be someone who's got the looks and the charm..." His gaze landed on Nolan Frost, leaning cool against the wall, smoke swirling. The "someone like me" vibe shifted as he said, "Gotta be a stud like Frost over there." The boys cackled and nudged each other, "Nolan's probably not down. She's easy on the eyes but looks like a snooze. Doubt he'd stick around." Alex's eyes sparkled with a wicked idea, and he smirked, "Let's throw down a bet." The crew leaned in, all ears, "Bet on what?" Alex, all fired up, laid it out, "If Frost can keep it 100 with her for two whole months, he takes the crown."
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