Prologue:
Priscilla Aethurie's life was a well-planned schedule. Wake up at 5 AM, jog, shower, breakfast, school, debate team, homework, bed by 10 PM. Predictable. Manageable.
But then, chaos happened.
It was a typical Wednesday when she first saw them. Matthew Darkwood, leaning against the lockers, looking like he owned the school (which, rumor had it, his family kinda did). Lucas Moonhay, sitting on the cafeteria table, hacking into the school's system to play "Never Gonna Give You Up" on repeat.
Priscilla did what any sane person would do—she stared. Matthew caught her eye, raised an eyebrow, and smiled. Lucas waved, got kicked out of the cafeteria, and still managed to high-five her on the way out.
That was the start.
Priscilla's schedule got messy after that. Matthew asked her to tutor him in history (why was he failing?). Lucas joined them, "accidentally" spilling coffee on her notes, and they ended up laughing about it.
The debate team started losing (ok, it was Lucas's fault). Matthew charmed everyone into forgiving him. Priscilla couldn't help but notice—Matthew's smile was trouble, and Lucas's grin was contagious.
Now her life was a blur of lockers, coffee, and two guys who wouldn't stop competing for her attention. And honestly, she was loving it.