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“Why not? You’d look so cute in the uniform.”
“I’d rather set myself on fire than spell ‘𝘎𝘰 𝘛𝘦𝘢𝘮’ with pom-poms.”
“So what are you gonna do then? Join the chess team and die of boredom?”
“There’s a computer club. They’re building a game engine.”
Selene wrinkles her nose. “Ugh, nerd.”
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“I’m joining the football team,” Hayes says immediately, puffing out his chest just a bit.
“Oh, me too,” Rowan says. “Guess I’ll get to show you how it’s really done.”
Selene gasps, spinning toward Ingrid with wide eyes. “Then we have to join the cheer squad!”
Ingrid blinks. “𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵? No!”
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“You do know we’re here, right?” Ingrid says.
Selene doesn’t even blink. “Barely.”
“If you two can stop drooling over each other for five seconds,” Rowan cuts in, “maybe we can actually start talking about something useful, like what we’re doing for after-school activities.”
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When the first class ends, the gang spills out into the courtyard. Hayes, having landed in the same class as the twins and Ingrid, tags along without hesitation, though it’s obvious to anyone with functioning eyes that he’s really just following Selene like a lovesick puppy.
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The class murmurs in agreement, already more at ease than they’d expected to be. Something about her makes it feel like this won’t be just another class. Maybe, just maybe, this won’t be such a bad year after all.
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A few students laugh. Rowan smirks. Even Selene lowers her phone just a little.
“Now,” Miss Anansi says, “I teach literature. Which means we’ll be spending a lot of time inside other people’s brains. So bring your thoughts and your questions. Just don’t bring boring energy. Deal?”
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“Good morning, bright-eyed baby geniuses!” The teacher calls out with a grin. “I’m Miss Anansi, and yes, like the spider. So if you’re planning to spin any webs of lies in my class, good luck, I’ll see right through them.”
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Selene snorts. “Make it two. Preferably glittery.”
Rowan shakes his head, chuckling. “This is going to be a long school year.”
“Don’t be so grumpy, bro. A little harmless admiration keeps the spirit young.”
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“You two are going to make fools out of yourselves if you don’t stop this,” Rowan says, trying to sound stern but failing miserably, his grin gives him away.
“Please. If blushing at a beautiful man is foolish, then hand me a dunce cap,” Ingrid says.
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In the hallway, the noise of slamming lockers and overlapping conversations fills the air as Selene and Rowan reunite with Ingrid.
“Did you see him?” Ingrid whisper-shouts, tugging on Selene’s arm.
Selene throws her head back. “Oh my Watcher, yes! He looks like he walked straight out of a movie.”
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“I’m not here just to look out for trouble. I like to know who’s walking my halls. What you’re into. What you’re hoping this place will be for you.”
“Football. Or at least I’m trying out. And… I don’t know. Maybe just a good place to figure things out.”
Ferhat nods. “Fair enough.”
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Rowan shifts slightly in his seat. “Yeah, thanks. Happy to be here… I guess.”
Ferhat chuckles lightly. “First days can be weird. You’re not alone there. So tell me, what should I know about you? Anything I won’t find in a file?”
“I don’t cause trouble, if that’s what you mean.”
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When it’s his turn, Rowan steps into the office with a soft, almost reluctant “Hey,” and quietly takes the seat across from the desk.
Principal Ferhat looks up from his notes and offers a kind smile. “Rowan Laos-Blackwood. Welcome to Legacy High. I’ve heard good things.”
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She waves that off like it’s a minor technicality. “Yeah, but Hayes doesn’t wear suits like that. Or have cheekbones like that. Or say my name like that.”
Rowan stares. “Selene. He’s the principal.”
“Exactly. Authority and mystery. It’s giving forbidden romance.”
“It’s giving delusion.”
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“Totally. Super fresh.” She winces inwardly. What does that even mean?
He doesn’t react. “So tell me, Selene… what kind of student are you hoping to be here?”
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘵, she thinks, forcing her smile into something more composed.
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“Selene Laos-Blackwood, right? Welcome to Legacy High.”
She nods way too quickly. “Yeah. That’s me. Hi. Again.”
He offers a small smile. “First days can be a lot. But don’t worry, we just like to check in with new students, especially transfers. This is a fresh start.”
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Selene crosses the door with more attitude than nerves, until she actually sees him. The principal is not what she expected. No gray hair. No dad-bod. No glasses sliding down his nose.
“Oh. Hi,” she blurts out, instantly regretting how breathy and weird it sounds.
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“Watcher, I can’t do this,” Rowan mutters, bouncing his knee as they sit side by side on the uncomfortable chairs outside the principal’s office.
She elbows him lightly. “Don’t be such a baby. And try not to embarrass me in there. First impressions matter.”
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Legacy High hums with the electric chaos of a new year, but behind the thick glass door of the principal’s office, the atmosphere is still.
“Selene Laos-Blackwood,” he says, voice firm, raised just slightly. “Come in, please.”
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“You look okay-ish, don’t worry. It’s not like girls were throwing themselves at you when your face was flawless.”
Rowan squints at her. “Thanks. That really helps.”
She shrugs, completely unbothered. “Just setting expectations, bro. Besides, acne builds character.”
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“Is this about the acne on your face?” Selene asks. “Because if that’s it, you really should’ve let me put that cream on last night.”
Rowan scowls. “I’m not letting you smear weird mint-scented goo on my face.”
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“I think I’m gonna puke,” Rowan mutters, staring at the looming building in front of him like it’s a monster ready to devour him whole.
Selene rolls her eyes. “Oh, come on. It’s not a death sentence.”
He groans. “I should’ve stayed home and faked appendicitis.”
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“We still are,” Alden says, brushing a kiss to her temple. “Just in the exhausted, middle-aged, our-kids-are-feral kind of way.”
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Alden wraps his arm tighter around her shoulders. “I love you, baby.”
“I love you too,” she lets out a quiet laugh, the tension in her chest loosening for the first time all evening. “I swear, we used to be cool.”
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