Scarlett was still screaming into her pillow from Ashley's message, cheeks flushed like she got slapped by Cupid.

Then her phone buzzed again.

She rolled over fast, heart skipping-definitely Ashley again.

But it wasn't.

The chat was from "My sweet ex." With many love emojis

Yeah that's how crazy Scarlett can be

> Stop texting me. I'm serious.

She stared at the screen.

Then smiled.

"He replied," she whispered like it was a secret blessing.

Lyra turned from her side of the room with a blank stare. "That's... not a good thing?"

Scarlett ignored her, holding the phone to her chest dramatically.

"If he truly hated me," she said, sitting up like a movie lead, "he would've blocked me the moment I texted."

Lyra blinked. "Girl. That's literally what people do before they block you."

Scarlett typed quickly, nails tapping like a villainess at work.

> Aww. You missed me, admit it, don't you miss how we always f*ck even in the school library?

She hit send with a proud sigh.

One second. Two.

Then-

> Blocked.

Scarlett froze.

A tiny "Huh?" left her lips.

Lyra laughed loudly and her magazine fell from her hand, till she ran out of breath

---

Adrien's phone hit the bed with a thud.

Hard.

Angelo jumped. "Woah. You tryna break it or summon a demon?"

Adrien muttered something under his breath, fingers raking through his hair like the strands owed him money.

"What happened?" Angelo asked, sitting up.

"She texted me again," Adrien said, jaw tight. "Scarlett."

Angelo tilted his head, mock gasping. "The one and only Exzilla?"

Adrien groaned. "She said-and I quote-'Don't you miss the way we used to mess around behind the lockers like wild animals?'"

Angelo choked. "BEHIND THE LOCKERS? You always go for the dramatic girls, huh?" He shot a look at Adrien, who just smirked.

Adrien flopped backward onto the bed. "I blocked her. Again. And now I feel like punching something."

Angelo stared at him for a beat. "Punch me."

Adrien blinked. "What?"

"Okay, not literally. But let's play something. A game. Let your rage out before you throw the TV next."

Adrien squinted. "What game?"

Angelo grinned like a villain in a teen drama. "Rock, Paper, Scissors: Dare Royale."

Adrien raised an eyebrow. "Dare Royale?"

"Mhm," Angelo said proudly. "Normal rules. First to hit 3 points gets to dare the loser."

Adrien smirked. "Anything?"

Angelo nodded, confident. "Anything."

"You sure about that?" Adrien leaned in a little.

"Please," Angelo scoffed. "I've got the hands of a champion."

They sat up, knees knocking, eyes locked like it was a showdown in a teen Netflix series.

"Okay," Adrien said, grinning. "Say it with me-"

Both: "Rock, Paper, Scissors: Dare Royale!"

First throw.

Adrien: Paper.

Angelo: Scissors.

Angelo smirked. "I give you the chance to quit right now." Adrien just scoffed. "Cute. Next."

Second throw.

Adrien: Paper.

Angelo: Rock.

They went again. And again. Back and forth like chaos incarnate

And Angelo won again right now he's at 2 points

Until the final throw-

Angelo gasped like someone just snatched his soul. "NO."

Adrien leaned back, victorious. "Three. I win."

Angelo froze. "Wait. No. No-no-no. One more-you cheated. I'm literally the best at this!"

Adrien raised a brow, lips twitching. "Best, indeed. I actually gave you the first win intentionally"

Angelo looked like betrayal in human form. "Ugh. Okay fine. What's your dare?"

Adrien leaned in slowly, his voice dropping like the bass in a breakup song.

"I want you to..."

He whispered it right into Angelo's ear.

Angelo's eyes widened. He blinked. Once. Twice.

"...You're joking."

Adrien just smirked.

"I never joke during a game"

He mutters his voice colder than ice